This town it drags you down.
 IT pulls the reins on those who search for higher ground,
 Those who’d act too proud,
 And those who’d long to be free.
 
 That’s I’m leavin’ here.
 There’ll be no long goodbyes I mean to disappear,
 I have no time for fear,
 Tonight I’ll be set free.
 
 Who sings the sad songs?
 Who gets the happy ones?
 Mother, I’m not comin’ home tonight, or ever more.
 
 Take me with you then,
 You know he and I are over, I am done with him,
 We’re two misfits in
 This one horse town.
 
 How can you ask me to?
 You know I like you, but it’s somethin’ he would never do,
 Not to me or you,
 Oh why all this now?
 
 Who sings the sad songs?
 Who gets the happy ones?
 Mother, I’m not comin’ home tonight, or ever more.