The roars and rows and things they boast
Are lacking in this scene
I wouldn't mind to be up there
With all the things you're seeing
And all the blind policemen
Folks are driving in between
Out there
Out there
Out there
The roads and doors
A dream that goes
Before it's really seen
I wouldn't mind to live up there
With people that you're being
And all your lies are speechless ghosts
They're crying in the street
Out there
Out there
Out there