Well I'm heading back to pack a bag
To head out on the road
To take away what I know is mine

And I'm running down and past the yellow house with Joe
Into the breeze
Where no one seems to care


And I'm feeling the pull
Dragging me off again

And I'm feeling so small against the sky tonight

Well stories of an open line

And every time we work ourselves up into a rage
We smash and grab
We pull the handle

No one says but everyone wants to be the one just climbing out

And I'm feeling the pull

Dragging me off again
And I'm feeling so small against the big sky tonight
Tonight

Yeah

And I'm feeling the pull

Dragging me off again
And I'm feeling so small against the big sky tonight


And I'm feeling the pull
Dragging me on again
And I'm feeling so small against the big moon in the sky tonight

Tonight
Oh