| Blank pages spin around my head. I'm nostalgic for the future, And I can't wait. We need to get going. This town is running us out. This town is running us down. I'm nostalgic for the future, And I can't sleep. Baby, let's get gone. The roads are calling my name, They're screaming for four more wheels; This table's yelling for one more hand. We're giving in for once. I'm nostalgic for the future, And I can't stop. This town is running us out. This town is running us down. Baby, let's get gone. Can't wait; Can't sleep; Can't stop; Baby, let's get gone. |