[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Small town's getting smaller every day And I'm sick of seeing the same faces And I'm sick of all the same places Small town's getting smaller every day [Verse 2] Pack my bags and leave 'em at the door And I hope I never see 'em no more Pack my bags and leave 'em at the door (YEAH!) [Pre-Chorus] I'm on my way to the Emerald City Don't care if I get there at all I hope my absence makes you fonder Or you don't think of me at all [Chorus] Whoa In emerald city Whoa In emerald city [Verse 3] No point in holding on to something gone And I'm scared to death that I might miss it And I guess I'll never know unless I risk it No point in holding on to something gone [Pre Chorus] I'm on my way to the Emerald City Don't care if I get there at all I hope my absence makes you fonder Or you don't think of me at all [Chorus] Whoa In emerald city Whoa In emerald city [Extended Instrumental] [Bridge] Small town's getting smaller every day And I'm sick of seeing the same faces And I'm sick of all the same places Small town's getting smaller every day [Outro]
