Cinema Woes

Just talk it out
 And then leave it alone
 I said "I want a clean slate, for when I leave home"
 You got a stupid face and a smile that might grow
 But I'd rather a billion miles than cinema woes
 Me, I hate open fields and countryside roads
 Just give me cities and bars and punk rock shows
 You got a stupid face and smile that might grow
 But I'd rather a billion miles than cinema woes
 You were the first of the last of my tide's golden sea
 And for that I sincerely hope that you'll remember me
 Oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
 Oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh