Far Far Far From anywhere round here Well there's got to be Some people Who truly don't give a shit 'Bout this wicked old town Where everybody lies to themselves Where they gobble you up Swallow you down Spit you out Well there's no place on earth So deceiving and so self possessed In the blink of an eye You go from servant To rumor to guest And it might look real pretty From real far away Might seem pretty From way far away Everyone I've known This town killed or they packed up and gone And why I'm still here Is a question and the answer's unknown But the cars keep a drivin' And the people keep pilin' on in With their hopes and dreams All shinin' But they'll never ever Never get what they want And it might look real pretty From real far away It might seem pretty From way far away Might seem pretty But it's not real No it's not real