|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _| I'm on_ my way_ I got no_ time_ to waste_ Places to go_ people to chase_ Gonna grab_ my comb_ 'n_ my tooth_-pas__-te_ Gotta get away from here_            Twenty-one_ years_ from the day_ I was born_ I was working on the night shift tooting my horn_ Through sheets_ of rain_  through sleet and_ sto__-orm__ You come_ to me_            You_ were the girl_ with the summer_ sun-shine_ In_ your eyes_  and in_ your smile_ You_ were the one I thought_  loved me_ It was something I_  I never could_ quite_ believe_ Gotta get away from here_            I'm a real_ bad_ loser_ that is what I_ am_ Gonna grab_ my hat_  and my_  hexagram_ You can stick_ my money_ in an old_ tin_ can__-an__ I think I fell in love again_            I was down_ by the bus stop biding my time_ I was hitching a ride_  with a friend_ of mine_ I was almost_ gone I was over the li__ -ine__ I said "What's come o_-ver me?"_            You_ were the girl_ with the sound _of spring_ -time_ In_ your songs_  and in_ your voice_ You_ were the one I thought_  loved me_ It was something I_  I never could_ quite_ believe_ Gotta get away from here_  Gotta get back_  to you_            |_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _ I'm gonna make it today_  I'm gonna get on my toes_ Been awake so long_  I'm getting ready to doze_ Gonna grab_ my bag_  and a few old_ clothes_ Gotta get away from here_  Gotta get back_  to you_  I gotta get away_ gotta get away_ Gotta get away_ gotta get away_ Gotta get away_ |_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _| |_ _|_ _! | _ _ _ _