We should go now.

We should go now. We really should go.

As I walk through the door of this house that's still a mess,
I see the life we've thrown together
thrown all over the floor.

I'm with you - I don't think I want it anymore.

We should go now. We really should go.

We could stay and fall apart, at least we could stay in one place:
boring
blood-less
life-less and
safe.

You're with me - but I don't think you want me anymore.

We should go now. We really should go.

"It's not the same," you always say,
and nothing's changed.
It started out like this and just got worse from here:
From an old house on a corner in the chained-down part of town,
to a crafty house with crafty walls and the truth of middle-age,
we just repeated and repeated and repeated and we lost.
How was I supposed to know I didn't know?
I suppose I wasn't quite ready to go.

But it's not the place - it's the pace -
it's the fact that this is not the same -
it's the fact that this is not the same as that.

I'm with you - I just can't ignore it anymore.

There is reform to make from foundations
and we are our own creation
and we never needed anyone before.

There are songs that still need written
and we are our only mission
and I don't think we need this anymore.

So let's want everything we want
and let's be everything we are
and we can lean on one another
when the going gets too hard.
You be Springsteen, I'll be Mary, climbin' in...
This is a house full of losers and we're pullin' out of here to win...

We should go right now. We should go right now.