Going to Brighton Ezra Furman

She was an ex-marine
She had her own machine
She put my soul in dirty, and it came out clean

I was in toxic awe
I had my locked-up jaw
I didn’t talk much, I listened and I looked and saw

And I was just 19
I must’ve seemed quite keen
She broke me open, I was no longer on either team

So I’m going to Brighton, honey
I’m going to Brighton, now

(Ooh, la la la)
(Ooh, la la la la la la)

I was born to ramble
I was born to roam
But some days there’s nowhere I can just stay home

So I trade in my shoes and my highway sign
And I go on rambling through my own open mind

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yеah
Yeah yeah yeah yеah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah