Turn your head from this place,
Walk the road before.
Blessed by fathers and mothers,
Liars and lovers,
The lost and the found,
Detested by the heavens,
Worshiped by the ground.
Turn your head and walk away,
From this barren painted landscape,
Into a prettier canvas next door.
Thumb your way down the road,
To a new destination,
Just walk away, 
There's nothing for you here.
You have to breathe the air,
Where the people want you there.
Just walk away, and take me by your side.
I don't mind walking so much myself.
I'm just coming along for the ride.