I'm not talking about leaving In fact, I'm already halfway gone The cigarette smoke still hangs like a ghost And I keep my feelings at the back of my throat The shouting starts when the screaming stops This town don't speak to me No more ♪ I don't think I'll be sticking around I've already got one eye on the door The drinks are cheap, but the city is asleep And I'm trying my best to stay on my feet But you've really gotta wanna be somewhere This town don't speak to me No more ♪ This town don't speak to me No more ♪ Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Woah-woah-woah Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Woah-woah-woah ♪ What am I doing back here again? I turn my collar to the endless rain Throw my bag on a home bound train Lean my forehead on the windowpane What am I doing back here again?