Another from the annals of youthful angst . . .

Holed up in this town, with a one-track mind -
I’m thinking only of you -
I’ve got to get out, I can’t stay a day more - 
I’m thinking only of you -
The places, the streets, in this town drive me wild -
They all have me thinking of you -
So I’m leaving, I’ll go-
If I stay, then you’ll know
I’m thinking only of you -
And I’ll let you say, that I’m running away,
But I’m thinking only of you -
Yet wherever I am, there’ll be times, you’ll be sure -
I’m thinking only of you.