Alabama - Current Joys

I ran away from myself

But I don’t like to think about it

I became someone else

Which doesn’t actually require a lot of thought

Just a little noise and decay

Well I’ll tell you now, I can’t wait

'Cause I’m sick being of somewhere that I can’t stand

Chipping away at the days

Think I’d be better off at a distant planet

Two thousand light years away

I fell in love in the rain, but I forget about it

I gave up all of my pain

Well I guess I don’t really need it

Beyond the seas and highways

None of the stars know my name

Cause I’m sick of being someone that I can’t stand

Chipping away at my brain

Think I’d be better off at a distant planet

Two thousand light years away