Born in the troubled city
In rock and roll USA,
In the shadow of the tallest building
I vowed I would break away.
Listen to the Sunday actors
but all they would ever say
That you can't get away from it
no you can't get away
No you can't get away from it
no you can't get away
Schooled on the city sidewalks
coldness at every turn
Knew I had to find the exits,
I never ever would return.
Scoffed at the prophets omens
that said I would live to learn.
That you can't get away from it
no you can't get away
No you can't get away from it
no you can't get away
Goin' out 80 toward the west coast
stopped in a sleepy town,
left my change and walked out
I didn't even turn around
What they were giving next turn
was that old familiar sound,
That you can't get away from
no you can't get away
No you can't get away from it
no you can't get away
In a hotel room in Amsterdam
on a wild and windy August night,
as a cloud passed over a cold moon
my heart was seized with terror and fright.
Seeping up through the floorboards
coming in through the walls,
coming in through the doorway
winging up and down the halls...
That you can't get away from it
no you can't get away
No you can't get away from it
no you can't get away