Let's leave on Saturday Let's leave Friday night I can't promise I'm not really sure we'll be all right I don't know much, but I'm not too messed up to see Baby, you're the only thing I know I'd hate to leave Now, or I guess we never will Pull the trigger, I don't care which myth I kill Struggle through the S's, through the tunnels in the trees Through this sticky optimism hardening in me It might do some good just to wake up by the sea To the smell of breath and greasy hair and car seats Now, or I guess we never will Pull the trigger, I don't care which myth I kill Play the one, it works out for the best And the best is always yet to come PCH One might be a catalyst, our panacea Play the one where no one's really gone Every answer's buried in a song PCH One might be a mending kit I need some mending Let's leave on Saturday Let's leave Friday night I can't promise I'm not really sure we'll be all right