And the grown men who play like children And they know that they are way too old for That belief is fair if you make the money That belief is fair if you can still stay funny There's a getaway I will get away But my heart would stray To be beautiful Like a criminal As you pull the wool Well, on the way home i flake And you know when you face your family And all they say is "wait to retire" That belief is fair if you live a hundred But the risk is there to just die of boredom There's a getaway I will get away But my heart would stray To be beautiful Like a criminal As you pull the wool Well, on the way home i flake On the way home i shake On the way home i flake Rock you yeah, yeah, yeah