Well here it is, I can even hear the voices
In this dark room, all out of tune
Music is coming through the speakers
To turn me on to something
Something I've been missing
To live a life of bliss, momentary bliss
Well here it is, an afterschool special
No heartaches, no drop offs, not in afterschool specials
Well there it is, I can even see it changing
In the black light, I just might
Get myself out of here
To get me back to something
Something I've been losing
Not living out a loss, no monetary loss
Well here it is, an afterschool special
No dying, no crying, not in afterschool specials
I must have been a masochist
To act like that and talk like this
I'm packing up my bags again to head for somewhere else
I'll promise not to live here
In past regrets and wasted tears
Yeah I'm packing up my bags again to move on to something else
Well there it is, I can even see my choices
In the wake, a road to take
To get ourselves out of here
To turn us on to something
Something we've been missing
Let's drive out of here tonight
And make it to the light