Leaving Town

Me and Matt were too nice to be rock n' rollers

Yeah, but we were getting by

When they went where the wind frequented them

Oh yeah, they had to get on by

But when we talk about it, now

It seems just so unkind

When he flew across the sea

With a fleet

Of intentions caught in his eyes

He walked a ceiling that hit his mind

Should he find

The stars are a blanket over all the time?

A sunset, country courtyard house

I'll take my chances in a world this big

We're leaving town

Like a ghost in a crumbled house

To the east

I know there's love to be found at the least

But, oh man, then we're heading west

To the up and down

The scenario frown

And the restless press