Crying again, 'cause I'm dying to make a living Working my bones in the city, don't feel like freedom Standing up on my feet 'till I can't feel them anymore Wish that I could pack up and leave and walk out the door Well, I got 3 bills, and a bag of old coins Get me to the road, and out of this noise Not looking for treasure, or a pot of gold Just thinking bout the desert, and somewhere I could belong And I wanna be somewhere sweet Somewhere sweet And I wanna be somewhere sweet Somewhere sweet I'm tired of all this talking, all these games Speaking, and wishing, and hoping that they'll change I'm tired of running faster trying to catch some bus And the bus just takes me right back to the rust Well, I got three bills, and a bag of old coins Get me to the road, and out of this noise Not looking for treasure, or a pot of gold Just thinking 'bout the desert, and somewhere I could belong And I wanna be somewhere sweet Somewhere sweet And I wanna be somewhere sweet Somewhere sweet Somewhere sweet