A story of how being a teacher wasn't as glorious as it seemed it would be.
I've got eyes starin' at me, but I don't think I know what to tell em.
I'd rather drive...drive north. North into the wintery snow.
I've got minds thinkin' on me, but I don't think I know what to show em.
I'd rather dive dive down to the bottom of the deep blue sea.
I'd rather dive to the bottom of the deep blue sea.
Fly to the surface of mercury.
I'd rather climb to the top of New York City.