I'm standing on the corner in the middle of
The night, begging dollars from people I meet
Trying to book a ticket on a
One-way ride up out of these dirty streets
I don't know where I'm going no more
I don't know, and I don't care
Well the railcars running though these streets so fast
I would jump one if they'd just slow down
There's killers on the road
So it ain't much chance of me trying and hitching around
But if I had a dollar, boy, I'd find me a game
And I bet you I could turn it into five
And if I had five I'd book a bullet train
And ride it to the end of the line
I don't know where I'm going no more
I don't know, and I don't care
Well Chicago, Cincinnati,
New York City, Tucumcari, Amarillo or Los Angeles
Saskatoon, Baton Rouge, Miami, Johnson City, or anywhere in between
Anywhere but here, anywhere at all, I'm just looking for a change
I don't want to see the sun rising up on this dirty little town again
I don't know where I'm going no more
I don't know, and I don't care
I don't know where I'm going no more
I don't know, and I don't care
