Lyrics
I’ve left all the pictures in their frames
And the roses in the vase on the windowsill
Packed my bag with a toothbrush in it’s case
And a hoodie for the rain that’s falling still
Packed my bag with a toothbrush in it’s case
And a hoodie for the rain that’s falling still
Should I bike for the stars, see how far I can get
Getaway from the world with the wind on my neck
There’s nothing at home waiting for me yet
So I’m picking my horse off the carousel
Can’t decide which way I’m running
All these forks in the road I can barely tell
If I’m going, or coming
Yellow lights and cul-de-sacs, round-abouts and all of that
Going on my own, going on my own
Eyelids falling even with the rain
Thought I heard you say my name from the rolling hills
I can’t stay, go alone another day
Should have never run away
And it’s raining still