I’d quit my nine to five and find a way to dollars and change

Climb up the nearest mountain so I can hear you calling my name

and I’m not one for pulling up roots

But it’s dying on the vine and there ain’t no use

In hanging around, drinking up downtown like a fool

I don’t wanna go back

You don’t wanna stay here

Yeah I don’t wanna go back

You don’t wanna stay here

It’s like Quicksand

Heavy right hand

Sink a little lower lower every time I stand

Cause mine ain’t yours and yours ain’t mine

But we can cut it down the middle and have a good time

It’s like Quicksand

Oh it’s like Quicksand

Grammy hit the coffin and cleared our debts

six feet under for a six figure check

Steve Miller said you should take the damn money and run

Cause I don’t wanna go back

You don’t wanna stay here

I heard Atlantic City’s pretty nice this time of year

It’s like Quicksand

Heavy right hand

Sink a little lower every time I stand

Cause mine ain’t yours and yours ain’t mine

But we can cut it down the middle and have a good time

It’s like Quicksand

Oh it’s like Quicksand

I don’t wanna go back, you don’t wanna stay here

I don’t wanna go back, you don’t wanna stay here