Oh, to be free

I do believe...

I’m no good for anything

I’m no help to anyone

Full of self-pity

I can’t go on

Without your sympathy

I might just go away with myself

Like a trophy up on a shelf

I’ve been forgotten

I’m getting off at the next exit

(Whatcha gonna do about it?)

I’m getting off at the next exit

(Whatcha gonna do about it?)

I’m getting off at the next exit

(Whatcha gonna do about it?)

Oh-h-h, he-ey

Life is like driving

Along the motorway

See me in the slow left-hand lane

Over-taken again and again

When will I catch up?

I’m getting off at the next exit

(Whatcha gonna do about it?)

I’m getting off at the next exit

(Whatcha gonna do about it?)

I’m getting off at the next exit

(Whatcha gonna do about it?)

Oh-h-h, he-ey

It’s nothing new

To feel that loneliness

Listen to the big engines roar

Look for the signpost to the city of bones

Who wants to come with me?

I’m getting off

I’m getting off

I’m getting off

I’m getting off

I’m getting off

Whatcha gonna do about it?