A little baby face, seems, can get you
All your dreams and not what you say
I can't afford to leave this town
But if I stick around,
it'll be my deathbed
I know I ought to go somewhere,
I'm not sure why
But I thought of Scotland
It makes no sense to stay at home
When all your enemies
are in positions better than you
And nothing you do seems like
Hanging on to somebody new
If that one sounds good to you
I had a chance to make a way
So I tried not to stay too long with boredom
For reasons that I can't explain
I made my own mistakes,
I counted all of them
I know I ought to go somewhere,
I'm not your wife,
but I thought of Scotland
It makes no sense to stay at home
when all your enemies are in
positions better than you
And nothing you do seems right
Hanging on to somebody new
Is that what sounds good to you
This time?
Positions better than you
And nothing you do seems right
Hanging on to somebody new
Is that what sounds good to you
This time?
You