I'm leaving here   Getting out of this place   Leaving here   Getting out of this place   Only certain kinds of people   Can take these things      Get up in the morning   I'm paying my bills   Watching a storm cloud form over the hills   It appears I was waiting for my old self      I don't know what I'm made of   Or where from I came   Don't even seem to remember my name   Or why the ghost's alive in this cave      They say she's on the run   It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over   And thought then can turn action   And I dig and I dig and I dig and I dig      'Til my head is so sick and so clear      I'm leaving here   Getting out of this place   Leaving here   Getting out of this place   Only certain kinds of people   Can take these things      I'm tired and lost and feeling blown   Running around in a field, just out of my skull   How will I ever find my way home?      Get up in the morning   I'm paying my bills   Watching a storm cloud form over the hills   It appears I was talking to my own self      They say she's on the run   It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over   Then thought turns into action   And I dig, and I dig, and I dig, and I dig      'Til my head is so sick and so clear      I'm leaving here   Getting out of this place   Leaving here   Getting out of this place   Only certain kinds of people   Can take these things      I'm tired and lost and feeling blown   Running around in a field, just out of my skull   How will I ever find my way home?   How will I ever find my way home?