No bright lights, no big city went to my headnSo I wont stick around in this townnNo im getting out insteadnnCause I cant find a think here to get it done to race my heart and ring my earsnSo I wont stick around in this town and that's true ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh nnCuase I wont and I cant and I dont understandnYou become what you hate or you hate what you becomennCHORUSnGot me a ticket and I wont be long cause I cant go on and I gotta get goinnGot me a ticket and I wont be long cause I cant go on and I gotta get goin awaynnSo I make my way through the quagmirenOf boomers glorifing their youthnAnd all the peacocks in this citynSo if i may be excusednnCause I wont and I cant and I dont understandnYou become what you hate or you hate what youve becomennCHORUSnnWell I wont be around for the good timesnWont be around for the badnAnd I wont stick around in this townnNo im getting out insteadnnI wontnAnd I cantnAnd Ill leavenCause I cannAnd I wont be back again!nnWell InnGot me a ticket and I wont be long cause I cant go on and I gotta get gone (x3)nGot me a ticket and I wont be long cause I cant go on and I gotta get gone awaynnAnd I gotta get gone awaynCuz I gotta get gone awaynGotta get gone away