All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south

Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me


My friends aren't going anywhere
My friends all act so unaware
Now that they have to face

Their best plans have all gone up in flames

They're just looking for something to take

To break up the day to day and all its
Loneliness, vacant space
The tragedy of minimum wage


All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out

Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me


My friends are worried about last calls
And working jobs at shopping malls

Because they're in between
A mixed up pride and apathy
So tonight they'll talk of call in

Calling in with bitter grins
Laughing at the state they're in
What a mess, I'm just like them


All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out

Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me


So they're sleep walking their way through life
Sitting there and getting by

Like all the other friends of mine
Wishing for something more
Wishing for something more


All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out

Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me