We made up our minds 
We packed our things 
Head out to the city 
Searching for simple things 
You call your mother
Tell her that we're doing fine
I know that woman's thinking 
This idea was all mine
She said, it's a long way back to my home? 
It's a long way back to my heart 
They'll hate us if we're gone too long 
They'll hate us if we're gone too long 
They'll hate us if we're gone too long