It seems my best ain't good enoughnwell it ain't gonna get betternI'll bite my tongue, I've said enoughnit only brings me pressurennI spit out my words into the atmospherenand the carpet hears me loud and clearnand we'll drive awaynfrom the ghosts in our headnnFrom pillar to post, from town to coastnI thought this place was biggernthe weeks go by from day to nightnI'm sleeping in my sweaternnI spit out my words into the atmospherento howling dog and the guy with the beernand we'll drive awaynfrom the ghosts in our headnnWe'll drive awaynwe'll drive awaynwe'll drive awaynwe'll drive away from the ghosts in our head