I want out I want out You don't know you're talking about I want out I want out I want out of here Dead end job Dying town Just off the interstate She punches out Puts her apron down She's so tired from working late Driving home Down the service road Flipping through the FM dial She sees the same old signs She's seen a million times She's lived here for a while I want out I want out You don't know you're talking about I want out I want out I want out of here Morning comes Like it always does She's doing what she's gotta do Taking greasy food And coffee cups To people just passing through She says, "Come on back, ya'll Come on back." But that's not what she means If you look into her eyes You can almost hear her scream I want out I want out You don't know you're talking about I want out I want out I want out of here