Tekst piosenki
Youve got your thing your sensibility
You like that word and I dont know what it means
Im on a plane to anywhere to Memphis or Japan
Maybe Ill dance, I like to dance
Your reality where I dont want to be
Please come rescue me from your reality
You get your kicks in fashion magazines
A dead routine and nobody knows what it means
Im on a plane thats taking me to NY, USA
Ill roam the streets to anywhere
