Written on a train between Brussels and Amsterdam. I would say it's mostly autobiographical, but not totally. I have the chords in my head, maybe I'll find time to put it all together.
It's Time To Go
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Why do I roam
With just this beat up suitcase
I run along in this race
But I'd like to get back home
But what is home
An empty place that I call mine
Connections fade with passing time
And I don't need this phone
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And I wish I had someone
To come back to
And I wish I had a reason
To stay
The miles go by
The days they fly
Can't spend my time
Just wond'ring why
You walk the path you choose
It's time to go
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From here to there
I meet new people in each town
The one I need has not been found
I look I try I don't know where
I keep in touch
Friends tell me my life's so great
They'd like me home, I try to wait
For just one more to miss me that much
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And I wish I had someone
To come back to
And I wish I had a reason
To stay
The miles go by
The days they fly
Can't spend my time
Just wond'ring why
You walk the path you choose
It's time to go
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I wake up alone
'Cause no one wants a trav'ling man
But with no reason to stay where I am
Sweet irony you win
It's time to go
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