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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jarrod Dickenson
Jarrod Dickenson
Acoustic Guitar
Jano Rix
Jano Rix
Drums
Ted Pecchio
Ted Pecchio
Bass Guitar
JP Ruggieri
JP Ruggieri
Electric Guitar
Claire Dickenson
Claire Dickenson
Lead Vocals
David Ford
David Ford
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarrod Dickenson
Jarrod Dickenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jarrod Dickenson
Jarrod Dickenson
Producer

Lyrics

She said I've had it
Man, I'm tired of being pushed around
I'm tired of dealing with these clowns
I'm tired of dealing with these fools
I ain't in the habit
Of running when the chips are down
But some things ain't worth sticking out
Some things ain't worth seeing through
Look to the horizon
Baby, don't you think it's time we go
There ain't nothing left, but this town to blow
We'll just keep on driving
There's something good waiting down that road
With any luck it'll start to show
He said I can't stand it
Man, this city doesn't have a soul
It's all plastic, man, it's all for show
There's nothing real here anyway
It ain't like we planned it
But maybe it's for the best
Pack what you want, and just burn the rest
Why waste another single day
Look to the horizon
Baby, don't you think it's time we go
There ain't nothing left, but this town to blow
We'll just keep on driving
There's something good waiting down that road
With any luck it'll start to show
Look to the horizon
Baby, don't you think it's time we go
There ain't nothing left, but this town to blow
We'll just keep on driving
There's something good waiting down that road
With any luck it'll start to show
Written by: Jarrod Dickenson
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