I’ve grown weary of the Philistines that are littering this place,

And I’m sick with all this smiling when my mind is a disgrace.

I got a gypsy streak about a half mile wide don’t want me hangin’ round.

Cause everything’s the same here and it’s got me sinkin’ down,

But there’s something bout sinkin’ with you baby. Keeps me hangin’ round.

Women talk about the children. Men they talk about the game.

Stand around and talk for hours without saying one damn thing.

Well now why don’t stop talking bout a life we can’t afford,

And why don’t we start walking the direction of the door?

You know there ain’t no use in pretending anymore.

When there’s a wide open road and it’s calling’ our names,

And it used to be a playground for our games.

Well we could set out one more time like we did those yesterdays.

Aw but honey we will lose our minds if we don’t take, if we don’t make a little getaway.

Give me one well thought out reason we should stay here if you can,

And I’ll give you fifteen more that substantiate my plan.

Say you wanna stay here. Then please tell me why.

Tell me you don’t wanna scream. I’ll tell you that’s a lie.

You know we really could if we laid us down beneath an open sky.

When there’s a wide open road and it’s calling’ our names,

And it used to be a playground for our games.

Well now we could set out one more time like we did those yesterdays.

Aw but honey we will lose our minds if we don’t take, if we don’t make a little getaway.

I said we got to make. We got to take a little getaway.