1964

What it feels like to leave you behind, I'll never know To be the first out To be the one who's on the road Eyes locked forward Hands tight on the wheel I wonder what it feels like to disappear Perfecting the art of leaving The trick is to make it look easy When you're walking out the door Searching for rhyme or reason Counting the days it's an even 1964 What is like to be stuck in this place, I'll never know With the need to break out, to wanna pack up and go To keep pretending with your head down and mouth shut Can you tell me what it feels like to give up? So if you want out Just get out Don't throw your hands up If it's too much Perfecting the art of leaving The trick is to make it look easy When you're walking out the door Searching for rhyme or reason Counting the days it's an even 1964 So now it feels like you wanted (Feels like you wanted) Who cares how you got there (Who cares how you got there) So now it feels like you wanted (Feels like you wanted) Who cares how you got there (Who cares how you got there) Perfecting the art of leaving The trick is to make it look easy When you're walking out the door Searching for rhyme or reason Counting the days it's an even 1964 Perfecting the art of leaving The trick is to make it look easy When you're walking out the door Searching for rhyme or reason Counting the days it's an even 1964