Going Out

Evening lands, Paul's got no plans Because the man said to stay inside He's had a stinker of a week on the 9-to-5 Needed somewhere to go Where the entry's not denied There's another letter on the doorstep Somehow it always lands With a first-class stamp delivery That reads second-class demands While it tries to take his liberties away There's a fire burning inside him And it's growing day by day So tell me now What's gonna be the tale of Paul? Just 20 years old Wants to do it all Well, tonight he's Cutting the feed to the head news station Taking a trip for the good vibrations Found a recipe for life So he's off to cook it Tired of hearing that his freedom comes with costs To him, it don't compare to the times he's lost Aging and waiting to kick the bucket Nah, fuck it Tonight he's going out Annabella's lonely, how she always prays for nights So she can meet someone in a dreaming space Where a key of the horse gear helps turn out the light So you see this girl's a dancer She makes a living with her feet And she's been left outside in the wind and the rain Like a trolley in the street While she's looking for the work to buy her bread All the poor girl's really asking Is for someone in her bed Now tell me please What'll be the tale of Annabella? How's she gonna find her feet? And how's she gonna find a fella? Well, tonight she's Cutting the feed to the head news stations Taking a trip for a good vibration Found a recipe for life So she's off to cook it Tired of hearing that her living comes with costs To her, it don't compare to the change she's lost Aging and waiting to kick the bucket Nah, fuck it Tonight she's going out So tonight let's Cut all the feeds to the head news stations Let's take a trip for the good vibrations Find a recipe for life Then we'll go and cook it Tired of hearing that our freedom comes with costs To us, it don't compare to the times we've lost Aging and waiting to kick the bucket Nah, fuck it Tonight we're going out