Well as of right now, I am feeling Like packing up my things, and leaving By the evening I will be long gone Two coats of heavy paint, Won't hide The rows of rotting wood, you know this city's dying And by the evening I will be long gone And if you're looking for, some kind of freedom You're taking every chance, but I see now By the evening I will be long gone And by the evening I will be long gone And by the evening I will be long gone By the evening, by the evening I will be long gone