I'll Be Gone

Pack it in and head for the coast
 Lost summer running from these ghosts
 Oceanside might be the place for me
 Empty bottles floating out to sea
 I'll be gone
 Maybe I'll grow out my hair
 Show the world that I'm not a square
 Spend my days like a beatnik on the road
 Walk around with wine stains on my coat
 I'll be gone
 Give up work and head for the hills
 Build a shack and tend to my stills
 Waste your life just driving around
 And around and around
 Want a way to stick it to the man?
 Sell your crap and live in a van
 Waste your life just driving around
 And around and around
 I don't want to hang around no more
 Never ending summer's such a bore
 Chasing down those Walden dreams
 Not as glamorous as it might seem
 You'll be gone
 You'll be gone but you'll come back home