I was woken by the winter sun out this window
There's a frost on the road that I'll be traveling
I'll be takin' a bus to a plane

To fly me from this place
I must be leaving


More or Less I want more I guess
We all don't and we do our best
It's time for me to be moving on

Take me home
Where I belong


I left home early vowing never to return and waved goodbye
To unfamiliar places with unknown faces there go I
I'm takin' a bus to a plane

To fly me from this place
I must be leaving


To the strangers I already know
For the summer and for the snow
That I never have to be alone at night

I know what that's like

Tonight I woke from sleeping with an emptiness inside

After all this living I feel like something's died