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