Strapped down and i'm buckled in Got a rusty revolver that clings to my skin I may not be clever, i may not be wise But i'm someone you can't deny Bags are packed and i'm out the poor You can beg to stay but i won't say no more I've never been better, never so sure 'til i ran out the door On my way out, time has come now - i am moving on On my way now, to a new ground - i am moving on Now i'm off running down a dream But it's never so perfect or quite as it seems I drank my opinion, gambled my pride Pushing my own life aside Still i never stopped though i new i should Cause a dead-end is somewhere you end up for good Left with my conscience, left for my own, locked up all alone Why can't i let you go? Still, i won't come back, i won't come back no more