I was an escapist before I escaped
I was a con-artist until I lied
Now I've never been big on taking risks
but god knows that for you I tried
I was young before I got old
and I got old way before my time
I haven't seen the sun in six long months
and this dreary winter makes me want to die
I may seem out of touch
or sometimes out of reach
but when the going gets tough
I'm gonna go to the beach