Flower curtains in your hair.
You told me not to stop and stare.
There's always something in the way.
A figure and a fate to face.
Dancing under neon lights.
Will I feel good if I dance all night?
God I knew we should have stayed inside.
But friend we knew we weren't right.
There's always something in the way, I feel it now.
There's always something in my head I can't get out.
A damper on your city's glow.
These streets no longer feel like home.
So pack your things and head on west.
New scenery to clear your head.
There's always something in the way, I feel it now.
There's always something in my head I can't get out.
There's always something in the way.