They All Go to California

Square peg stuck in a round hole
As long as I'm stuck in this place, where minds are sold
I'm smart enough to know
That I'm gonna get this right before too long

And this is a permanent thing, like the lines on my face
I'm not getting better with age. I'm not getting better with age
And I hate to admit that I wish I was there at the end of the day
Then at least I could say goodbye

Square peg stuck in a round hol
As long as I'm stuck in this place, where minds are sold

I'm smart enough to know
That I'm gonna get this right bеfore too long

And this is a permanent thing, likе the lines on my face
I'm not getting better with age. I'm not getting better with age
And I hate to admit that I wish I was there at the end of the day
Then at least I could say

I wish I could say goodbye