Try to fall in line and get it together. All the growing pains and lonely nights awake. Oh, I realize I'll never see the people we could be. And they look at us like we can never change. They call us young and dumb, some kind of heathens. Let's just run far from the feeling. Here's to us making a getaway. Let's get so far gone they won't believe it. 3 2 1 countdown to freedom. Here's to us making a getaway. We don't have anything to say to all the hatred. All the shades of black and blue, they start to fade. Oh, I'd take the colors in our minds and place them in a line. And this looking like a moment to escape.

They call us young and dumb, some kind of heathens. Let's just run far from the feeling. Here's to us making a getaway. Let's get so far gone they won't believe it. 3 2 1 countdown to freedom. Here's to us making a getaway.