What is my obsession with the things I can't control
Damn the contradiction in the eotions that I show
When I think about my savior and how i let her walk on out the door
There's got to be a way out of here
Where have all the children gone
Have they left there mothers here alone
Have they finally found aplace where they can fly
Mamma let them fly
Now my thoughts drift back to younger years
Full of wide eyed hopes and unknown fears
Full of all those things I've yet to find
Mamma tell me why
There's got to be a way out of here
It's half past five and I'm running out of time
Send my love to my brother and my sister and try to tell them why
I never said goodbye
Its easy come and easy go where it stops I never know
Spinning around inside my head into the world I know
Whatching it all just blow
I've got to find a way out of this damn town
Where have all the good times gone
Have gone and left us here alone
Have they finally found their way out of this town
Out of this damn town
There's got to be a way out of here
