I'm overwhelmed, I'm overworked
I'm over tired, I'm over it
I'm under siege, my brittle knees
My broken back, my shoulders to the wind
Can't you see that I'm not whole
This place was never my home
Places hold people
These people are why I've gotta leave
The place most familiar to me
Maybe I'll head out west where the air is clean
And the roses they are cheap
I'll be well rested, be well fed
Be well dressed, find my wellbeing
Can't you see that I'm not clean
The pollution's killing me yeah
Places hold people
These people are why I've gotta flee
The place most familiar to me