Pack up the car and runaway to wherever,
Don’t worry bout a thing it’s time to go home,
Think of all the thing you haven’t don’t you haven’t seen,
You could be here be there or be in-between.

Though it isn’t unusual I think its fair to say,
He’d rather have things his way everyday,
Stay up all night and see what you will find,
Hell show you things you can’t see from behind the blinds.

The clock reads twelve.
Energy I delve.
Sometimes I don’t sleep.
My bed is mine to keep.

Though it isn’t unusual I think its fair to say,
I'd rather have things my way everyday,
Stay up all night and we will dance the line,
I’ll tell you things you can’t hear through the grapevine.

The clock reads twelve.
Energy I delve.
Sometimes I don’t sleep.
My bed is mine to keep.