They All Go To California Songtext

Square peg stuck in a round hole,
as long as I'm stuck in this place,
where minds are sold. I'm smart enough to know
that I'm gonna get this right before too long.

And this is a permanent thing, like the lines on my face.
I'm not getting better with age. I'm not getting better with age.
And I hate to admit that I wish I was there
at the end of the day, then at least I could say goodbye.

I wish I could say goodbye.