We grabbed a piece of driftwood Hold on tight and please don't let go We'll follow the waves to the nearest shoreline Wake up to the coast of some distant island in the South Pacific Leave behind everything we once had A brand new start with no one to tell us what to do Tomorrow will tell us that we can make it too And if that doesn't work you say We'll flip a quarter and find a new place to go Heads Kansas City, tails California Never again stay within the boundaries of this town Step outside the barrier And I don't want to be the follower anymore So take this string from out my back and let my feet be free again I might stumble when I walk but at least I am on my own And I won't say that it's the last time... It's the last time