Bags

There's no father's hand to hold you
No brother's arms around
Though I barely know you
I swear I'm comin' down
No flooded street or desert heat
Could ward me off, you see
Pack up all your bags boy
We're gettin' out of town

Don't buy the lie they sold you
You're wanted somewhere else
There's a crew that just don't know you
They'll light when you're about
And if you find you don't wish to walk the pier
No fret, no fear, we're not tied here
Pack up all your bags boy
We're slippin' out of town

Drive out to the West coast
I hear it's not so bad
Try our hand at sun and sand
Take the fill we've never had
And if the scene don't seem to fit
We'll find a band new place to sit
Pack up all your bags boy
We're gettin' out of town

Build a home in the Southland
On the outskirts of the town
Where the breeze blows as you stand
In an open expanse
And if we find that it's alright
And the place don't leave you frightened
Unpack all your bags boy
I think we'll stick around

If we find that it's alright
And the place don't leave you frightened
Unpack all your bags kid
Think we'll stick around

Unpack all your bags boy
It's time we stick around