It was hard for me to conceive
Of a fine day at the beach
Feelin’ just a little blue
Without whole banks of you
Without whole banks of you
Without whole banks of you
So I pack up my things and I drive for some hours
I drive past the bright lights and all the other cowards
Let my cynicism take all the money in my wallet
Be the fun killer
The fun killer
O why’d I have to kill all the fun?
If I could leave...
Would you place even a small bet
With the little money you have left
Just for something to do
When there’s nothing to do
Can we empty our bank accounts?
Would it even be a bother?
Feed cash to the oceans and the wildfires?
And the fun killers?
O the fun killers?
My head is overrun with fun
You wear your secrets on your face
No you shouldn’t go to Vegas
But do you think it’s cool to ask to stay
With my buddy’s sister in Salt Lake City?
Wait out the decade
Drive south to rock formations
Yea I know the desert can kill me
I know it’s dangerous to really know this country