This is a countdown I plan to leave I'm heading out of this town Before it gets bad, I'm packing my memories
It's time to move on, cruise on Maybe in the wrong direction Baybe, I'll be hands on the steering wheel
But I've got nothing to loose Hell I've got nothing to prove
(Four, Four, Three, Three)
If your problems are homegrown Get out of your mad routine
So you've got to move on, cruise on Maybe in the wrong direction Baybe, you'll be hands on the steering wheel
But I've got nothing to loose Hell I've got nothing to prove
(Four, Four, Three, Three)
But I've got nothing to loose Hell I've got nothing to prove
(Four, Four, Three, Three)
(Four, Four, Three, Three)