I'm tired of all this sickness, and the pain.
All I want to feel are the thunderous skies rain.
I want to travel to New York by train;
Because I don't think I'll see much art by plane.

I want to leave California for a bit, I want out.
Once there I shall climb their tallest towers and shout.
I need to scream out all this distress.
It's put me under a pile of mess.