Gotta get away. Maybe we should stay. Seated in a town on the verge of explosion. No one listening anyway. Busy predicting the next big thing.
Catchy melody playing all the parts in deadly harmony, then do it again.
Put the keys into the car. Put the car into drive. You can take us to the moon. Just take us for a ride. In his dusty house, in his dirty clothes seated in a town overrun by tourists.