Lyrics:

Young man, feeling old
Looking with scorn at the tasteless, feeling bored
Wearing his PJs at that hippie cafe
Everybody stares at him that way

Skate board, council park
Gets a little scary after dark
There's nothing to do
It feels like there are only two sane people
And they're leaving soon

It's a town of perfect isolation
Holding her close, though you don't really want her
He's got those magical boots
He's bought his travelling shoes

He's got a unique style
And he's been yearning for a while
He knows he's got to go away, away

He gazes at the sky
And like departure passes by
He knows he's got to go away!

He sees an afternoon on fire
Hay fever season
He sees made-up girls in Hondas
His glasses tease them

At the swimming pools and malls
With black big jeans and flirting
The crash is in the air
He'll give them his time
But he doesn't want to share it
He wants to be anywhere but here

In a town of perfect isolation
Holding her close, though you don't really want her
He's got those magical boots
He's brought his travelling shoes

He's got a unique style
And he's been yearning for a while
He knows he's got to go away, away

He gazes at the sky
And like departure passes by
He knows he's got to go away