Lyrics

Pack my bags I'm leaving today, leaving on a downtown train.
The empty streets I pass on the way, in the ghetto of my brain.
I'm gonna be down on sunday. I'll travel a thousand miles before the afternoon. I wanna be high by monday, as I'm waiting on the dark side of the moon, in my room.
Travel far and further away, but everybody looks the same. And I'm wondering how could I go so far just to run away and the scenery it doesn't change?