• Are you here to take what you want,
    Or get anything that you can?
    I'm coming for you with a knife anda rope,
    Gotta watch your back in the park.

    I'd better not get myself caught,
    'Cos then i'm going back there.
    They kill off the lights at a quarter past nine,
    Gotta be in bed by Eight.

    Walking away from the sorrow,
    Walking away from the pain.
    Looking away from your mother's eyes,
    Looking away from the shame.

    Some people live their lives to the full,
    Some people never take a chance.
    they toss and they turn, with their backs 'gainst the wall,
    They hide away in the park.

    Some people make it up to the top,
    Some people always wish they had.
    They shout and they scream, saying they just wanna stop,
    I'm sorry, I'm afraid not.

    Walking away from the sorrow,
    Walking away from the pain.
    Looking away from your mother's eyes,
    Looking away from the shame.

    Walking away from the sorrow,
    Walking away from the pain.
    Looking away from your mother's eyes,
    Looking away from the shame.

    Those people seem to get what they want,
    But what they want is hardly real.
    I just can't believe that they just wanna stop,
    I'm making my break tonight.

    I really need to get that last bus,
    To make it out of New Orleans.
    They're coming for me, just to rip me apart,
    I'm running out in the dark.