East Of Nowhere Lyrics

Bat down the hatches

And i'll jerk the brakes on

Pack up your worries

And meet me by the oak tree cause there's

Too much adrenaline to put me down tonight

You live your life just right

And I work hard most nights

That's all we're saying

Watch for the headlights

That's what they all say

Pack up your worries

And hide them in a tin can that you'll

Never ever dare to throw away out of respect

To never forget

That you might have left something in it

Just get me back to the shambles

There's a Japanese basement there

That I could handle

If we get locked in I don't care

You bribe the tourist guide

With a bit of leg here and there

Just keep the ten grand

It's all puke money

It's all from half baked dreams

And trips to Europe peppered with a

Vague sense of failure that may very well be true

But no-one told you

You're not the pope

You're not even half right

Just get me back to the Ramblas

I was almost happy there

When I could stand up

The sun was bright and I didn't care

You shined a guiding light

To the ghost of Orwell over there