Son of a Gun

Some of us go out west, others don't go far

All along look for somethings else and do you remember what you did?

So real

You don't know how it feels, baby

Son of a gun

Darling, it's wearin' me down

Overgrown, but always underwhelmed

Before you know, you're everyone else

So real

You don't know how it feels, baby

What are we doing?

We're disappearing

God, get me out of this town

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

What are we doing?

We're disappearing

God get me out of this town

There's something out there

In the middle of somewhere

Don't leave me lost where I'll never be found

Get me out of this town

Son of a gun