Alright Yeah

I gotta go

But it won't be so

I don't be back again

I gotta leave

But I don't believe

We won't be back again

No no no no

Everything's inside another

No no no no no, alright yeah

I gotta walk

But I'm gonna put my fork

Next to your spoon

I gotta split

It's a quaint

Old-fashioned way to leave the room the room

Smell them burning leaves

Everyone beside another

No no no no no, alright yeah

Whatever you pray to

That's were you belong

I'm gonna get mine someday

I'm gonna get mine

I gotta laugh

But there's half

Of me that wants to sit and cry

I gotta split

It's a quaint

Old-fashioned way to say goodbye, goodbye

What's your mother for?

Not a launchpad for your father

No no no no no, alright yeah

Alright yeah

Alright... yeah