Next Exit

Oh, to be free
I do believe...

I’m no good for anything
I’m no help to anyone
Full of self-pity

I can’t go on
Without your sympathy
I might just go away with myself
Like a trophy up on a shelf
I’ve been forgotten

I’m getting off at the next exit
(Whatcha gonna do about it?)
I’m getting off at the next exit
(Whatcha gonna do about it?)
I’m getting off at the next exit
(Whatcha gonna do about it?)
Oh-h-h, he-ey

Life is like driving
Along the motorway
See me in the slow left-hand lane
Over-taken again and again
When will I catch up?

I’m getting off at the next exit
(Whatcha gonna do about it?)
I’m getting off at the next exit
(Whatcha gonna do about it?)
I’m getting off at the next exit
(Whatcha gonna do about it?)
Oh-h-h, he-ey

It’s nothing new
To feel that loneliness
Listen to the big engines roar
Look for the signpost to the city of bones
Who wants to come with me?

I’m getting off
I’m getting off
I’m getting off
I’m getting off
I’m getting off

Whatcha gonna do about it?