Sick of Seattle

Feeling so tired,
And grungy and scared.
Tired of flannel,
And growing my hair.
Tired of going nowhere,
And I'm sick of Seattle.

Came here to find me a place in the sun,
There once was a scene now it's all wretched downer,
Thinking of leaving, it's no longer fun in Seattle.
In Seattle.

Catch the first plane in the morning
I won't be sleeping tonight.
I won't be late for that flight,
'Cause I'm sick of Seattle.

Yes I'm sick of Seattle.
Yes I'm leaving Seattle.
And I'm tired of their prattle.