Well I used to be a listener There was nothing left to get About what you are And what you haven't been yet Some of them like to tell a story that is long and old And couch it in indifference and the wine that they were sold To get away
Well someone's got to tell them that its not deserved Rehearsed or written down By playwrights over time Just picking up on a nerve And some of them got a difference That they reserve for you Well I like them all but I don't trust any of them Well shouldn't you Just get away
Well I used to think My freedom was a lot of things I'd give Demanding on my time But I had so much time to give And I used to think that everything Was a knee in what you are But finding out the truth that hurts So I never went that far No I'd always get away
Get away, away, away, away, away...
It comes down to the fact That I'm now different from the past Demanding all my ideals Its just trying to make them last And some of the things that you say They're ringing home so true I hang my head out of the door And I follow you Yeah I follow you