runaway jetplane.

I know what I want,
and I want it now.
I'm screaming to you,
for crying out loud,
lets get out of here
and find a new crowd,
we'll drift through the sky,
get high on a cloud.
walk out the door,
but dont turn around,
hop in a car,
drive straight out of town,
well jet from this place
we wont make a sound,
and one day they'll know,
how this all went down.