Better Places I Can Go

Wry, punchy alternative pop-rock with a brisk straight-ahead groove, clipped palm-muted electric guitar in the verses, dry snare and bass, then open crunchy guitars and gang harmonies in the chorus, Lead vocal is conversational and sly, with crisp consonants and playful pauses; keep the verses lean, lift the chorus into a confident singalong, and finish on a tight band hit, Clear, warm mix with controlled grit

[Verse 1] You slid your little verdict across the lunchroom table Like I was waiting on your stamp to make me capable I folded up the paper, set it neatly by your drink You looked surprised I had the time to stop and think [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need a room to vote I don’t need your golden note [Chorus] Keep your scorecard, keep your crown I was doing fine before you came around Say your piece, then let it land I know exactly who I am You can sharpen every word you throw I’ve got better places I can go [Verse 2] You said I talk too much; I said, “Then take a little break” You called my plans too big; I said, “That’s yours to estimate” You tried to make a doorway out of one dismissive grin I walked right past the frame and left you standing in it [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need a room to vote I don’t need your golden note [Chorus] Keep your scorecard, keep your crown I was doing fine before you came around Say your piece, then let it land I know exactly who I am You can sharpen every word you throw I’ve got better places I can go [Bridge] No speech, no scene, no last reply Just my coat, the door, goodbye Some things don’t deserve a fight Some tables look better from outside [Final Chorus] Keep your scorecard, keep your crown I was doing fine before you came around Say your piece, then let it land I know exactly who I am You can sharpen every word you throw I’ve got better places I can go [Outro] Better places I can go

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