Saturday, March 27, 2010

It's Time To Go

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

-
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
-

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

-
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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