In Here

You can get in, but you can't get out.
You wanna go, but you don't know how.
You found yourself in the lost and found.
You ended up in, but you can't get out of here.
It ain't a notebook,
And they all laugh when you say you wanna go.
The streets fold back on the road you came from,
And the exits all lead where you've already been before.
If they say it's the best time that they've ever had,
That they lived a thousand lives and they're never going back,
'Cause there's something about the air in here.