Can't Get Paroles

I can't get far enough away from here

I hate this place and I wanna leave

But you're the one who keeps me coming 'round here



Let's pack our things and leave

For white sand and palm trees

We found a better place

To call home

It's gonna be alright
I'm still the same but now we've grown apart, it seems

You're the one who makes mistakes so easily



I can't get anything out of today; I hate the rain

Stayed inside and played guitar; wait for the sun

To pick me up; I'm moving on, moving on



Let's pack our things and leave

For white sand and palm trees

We found a better place

To call home

It's gonna be alright



Let's pack our things and leave

For white sand and palm trees

We found a better place

To call home

It's gonna be alright



It's gonna be alright

It's gonna be alright

It's gonna be alright

It's gonna be alright