Feeling so tired,
and grungy and scared.
Tired of flannel,
and growing my hair.
Tired of going nowhere,
And I'm sick of Seattle.
Came here to find me a place in the sun,
There once was a scene now it's all wretched downer,
Thinking of leaving, it's no longer fun in Seattle.
In Seattle.
Catch the first plane in the morning
I won't be sleeping tonight.
I won't be late for that flight,
'Cause I'm sick of Seattle.
Yes I'm sick of Seattle.
Yes I'm leaving Seattle.
And I'm tired of their prattle.