Far away from Tulsa, way outside of town
Where people can be people and nobody puts you down
Just because they don't want you around
Its far out in the country, blue skies overhead
I've seen it in the movies and the books I've read
This place is real, it's not just in my head

This town is a dead end road
Lets leave this behind, lets just get up and go
Find a new place to call home
Make a new life we can call our own
Someplace where we can be free
Free to decide who we wanna be
It's all becoming clear
A place with open spaces, the sounds of whip-poor-wills
We could watch the sun set over golden rolling hills
A house with flowers on the windowsill

And you could read us stories, and outside in the yard
We'd have ourselves a garden but we wouldn't work too hard
And every night we'd stare up at the stars

This town is a dead end road
Lets leave this behind, lets just get up and go
Find a new place to call home
Make a new life we can call our own
Someplace where we can be free
Free to decide who we wanna be
It's all becoming clear

We'd sit around the fire after every day is through
We'd be each other's family Pony, start this life anew

This could be a chance to have a place to rest your head
You'd wake up every morning in a big old feather bed
Like a house of red in Dickens where the walls are crumbling down
I'm tired of blindly watching as we're inching towards the ground
Ponyboy, you're just a dreamer, that's what both my brothers say
But it's all there for the taking just a leap of faith away
I've got

Great expectations
Great expectations
Great expectations
Great expectations

It's all becoming clear
There's no way we're going to find that here