Every day I need to get away

But when I get away I just wanna leave

No one wants to be right where they are

When where they are there's someplace they's rather be

Give me a beach, a lake, a mountain, I don't care

Give me Colorado skies or Highlands air

But no matter when I leave, all the miles I put between

I can't seem to get away from me

Every day I need to feel something

So I don't feel the things that I must really feel

This world's a drug store of distractions

You just reach for one and tell yourself it's real

You can take a drink, a smoke, a pill, a screen, a show

You can sleep with someone you don't even know

But when you start to come back down

With your mind still hanging around

Boy you're gonna feel the real thing now

Oh...oh...

Oh..oh...oh...

So I sit here holding my guitar,

In my own backyard I listen to my life

And wait for something real to find me here

I try to sing it clear and twist it to a rhyme

Oh the weight of these days I must obey

And speak what I feel, not what I ought to say

And if I get it close to true

I might remind you of you

And we both find a friend a long the way

Oh...oh...

Oh..oh...oh...

Oh...oh...

Oh..oh...oh...