I wanna know what you're doing
You've got me spilling all these syllables,
And yet my mind is still a mess.
What are you doing girl,
and why can't you just let me know,
what the hell is really going on,
instead of living in your head,
staying put instead.
I said I wanna get out of here,
and I can tell from what wanderlust look on your longing face,
you do too.
So girl, let go,
let's get the hell outta here.