I can already see
How mad that you’re gonna be
You’ll be pacing the floor, spamming up my phone
Talking ‘bout “She’s making a mistake.”
“She thinks she’s grown.”

But at that point the winds gonna be louder than your words
Driving down the Tappan Zee
Dragging on some herbs
And maybe it’ll work out
Or maybe it won’t but
Know that either way
I’m not coming home

I’m gonna live in Soho
Yeah, how I’ll get the money, well I don’t know but I won’t think it through
Get on a plane and go
Living the dream in Soho
Go anywhere that I want to go
I’m not thinking it through and I don’t want to