I Love Leaving

Oh, classical music is so clarinetty
 I love meatballs but don't like spaghetti
 It makes me so tired and I want to be ready
 I love being ready to go
 Oh, and I love to have to leave at the drop of a hat
 I'm ready to go in seconds flat
 Ready to go, hey I know about that
 I love being ready to go
 Oh, and I love leaving
 Throwing everything in the truck
 Fishing through the glovebox for the radio
 And letting the hood the slam shut
 And I love leaving
 And playing Tetris with the things in the van
 Circling the block til we get the right spot
 And honking at my friends
 People really love to say "remember when"
 "Wouldn't it be great to do it over again?"
 They'd give anything to go back then
 Instead of in the mess they've made
 Oh but me, I hate talking about the good old days
 I never want to go down memory lanes
 I only want to get into the passing lane
 And I've always been that way
 I guess I love leaving
 Leaving without saying goodbye
 Leaving without telling anybody I'm going
 Quick as the blink of an eye
 Someday I'll meet a woman I know who'll wanna keep me around
 And I'm gonna have to face the fact that I might want to stay
 But until then I'll just be a'sitting in my driveway
 Turn the key, hopefully I'll be on my way
 Oh, I love leaving
 Leaving all my troubles behind
 I guess I'm getting that age
 When turning the page is easier than learning my lines