I’m going out, around about all the places you will go
I’ve run out of good luck, I’m looking for a new home
I’ve used the goodwill of my friends
I’m burning candles at both ends

I’m stressed out, without a doubt my empty pockets scream
I read the words on the paper until it blows away
Into the San Francisco Bay
High on the hill of Golden Gate

Alive and loud, on the prowl for another chemical
A bad mood, a little rude I think I'm gonna scream
In the back seat of a Microbus
I'm on the move to Monterey