| Crashing like a tidal wave on the shore | 
| She comes home feeling ready to fall on the floor | 
| For hours on end she’s been working her life away | 
| Feeling so tired of the bullshit every day | 
| And she said | 
| I really gotta go somewhere | 
| I really gotta go somewhere else | 
| Before I go off the deep end | 
| She said, I really gotta get somewhere | 
| I gotta get a grip on myself | 
| Or I’ll get lost in the regret | 
| Now I’ve been trying to tell her she’s not alone | 
| Staring at the 'read' receipts on my phone | 
| Cause I want to be with her everywhere she goes | 
| But she’s not thinking of me packing her clothes | 
| And she says | 
| I really gotta go somewhere | 
| I really gotta go somewhere else | 
| Before I go off the deep end | 
| She said, I really gotta get somewhere | 
| I gotta get a grip on myself | 
| Or I’ll get lost in the regret | 
| Ooo, if only I could break on through | 
| Oh I would give her all I could | 
| The kind love that would feel so good | 
| Ooo, but she needs to find something new | 
| She booked a one-way flight to Rome | 
| She gotta go far to feel at home | 
| Ooo, she booked a one-way flight to Rome | 
| She gotta go far to feel at home | 
| I really gotta go somewhere | 
| I really gotta go somewhere else | 
| Before I go off the deep end | 
| She said, I really gotta get somewhere | 
| I gotta get a grip on myself | 
| Or I’ll get lost in the regret |