October 17th

baby i may get a little crazy sometimes maybe all the time

i can't help it,

i'm just a little afraid of the world,

sometimes its pretty ugly

i cant help it,

no one seems to

i feel helpless with people dying

if we could we should you see,

would you want to help with me?

lets chase the land,

find our way home somewhere else

baby lets get it straight love will pull us through right, somehow its got to

so lets see what we can do,

pack our chutes with a rocket on the moon and

lets fly up and out of here and out past there and over those hills yeh

people calling,

we're not there,

theyll stop calling,

everybody won't care

lets chase the land,

find our way home somewhere else

lets chase the land,

we'll eat each other to survive

my turn,

your point of view,

you say baby i want to make a little nest here

lets get this and put that in order,

why does it matter,

we can afford it

i want the american nightmare,

you used to,

what happened to you?

lets plant our roots,

its about time you hang up your boots

lets chase the land,

find our way home somewhere else