I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand That hipster doorman he don't know who I am But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on

Out in the middle of nowhere It's so cold with nobody to hold me You're so wrong for leaving when you told me You would never leave me by myself Now I'm lost Trying to make it on my own But now I'm walking by myself I never knew what you were capable of

Ain't no use baby Ain't no use Ain't no use daddy I'm leaving the scene You're too doggone mean Yes I'm tired of paying dues Having the blues Hitting bad news I'm leaving town