The town that I grew up in is way too small
I know every corner of every rock on every road
I went to San Diego and I didn't like the scene
They were asking all the musicians to play all the same thing
Wait till I find my keys I'm driving all alone and that's fine with me
Drive off the 405 cuz I can't find a city right for me
I moved to San Francisco but it was clearly just a dream
Cuz all those tech rich people worked hard to make me leave
I swear to God there has to be a city out there right for me
Cuz it can't be the one filled with broken vanity
Wait till I find my keys I'm driving all alone and that's fine with me
Drive off the 405 cuz I can't find a city right for me
Get Out
Get Out
Get Out
Get Out
Get Out