Driving to a working mans place, going to drop some freight

They're gonna see what I'm made of

And then when I'm writing on a pad after all that I have stacked.

I have to thank the one who's name their going to add

No I don't want to go.

Because I feel that I could be doing so much more

I guess I'll leave this town

And when I'm driving down the road thinking what I could be doin if I didn't have to drive these miles

Guess I'll pull it over here I don't want to be the one who makes it to the shop to soon

Oh, I don't want to go.

Because I feel that I should be doing so much more

I guess I'll leave this town

And if I get some time then maybe I'll drive by the quickest place I see in every town

Or maybe I'll find a road that spins me around like a roller coaster and takes me to a place I've never been before

I'll be doing pretty good, when the day is such a bore if I get an idea or two or more

And I can write them all down only then can I be sure I'll use this time for real

Oh, I don't want to go.

Because I feel that I should be doing so much more

Oh the day just goes so slow

And I feel that I could be doing so much more

I guess I'll leave this town.

I guess I'll leave this town.

I guess I'll leave this town.