Sunday morningnYou're feeling locked up in your roomnDon't come outnIt's too soonnnBarely getting by, barely getting bynOn the wrong side of townnStreaming past all the buildings you know nStreaming past all the memories you holdnnIt is not too hardnIt is not too latennDon't run awaynDon't put the extra aptitude (?) to fall apartnTo fall apartnnSomethihng happenednYou're feeling let downnYou're by yourselfnAnd no one at homennGotta get away, gotta get awaynFrom the wrong side of townnplaces you gonnNo, it is not too hardnIt is not too latennDon't run awaynDon't put this aptitude to fall apartnTo fall apart (for the last time)nnNo, it's not too hard