Stale coffee, auto-mat Tired candy staring back At my ghost in the glare of florescent hues
Transparent plastic wrap This could be the only map That I'll need, cause I'm much to lost to lose
Chorus: My duffel bag is packed, I'm ready to go The sun is coming up to melt the snow I feel fine for the first time in a long time I feel fine for the first time in a while
Bus station bathroom stall New deal mural on the wall Simple life why did you have to leave
Cathedral ceilings hold their breath The ticket taker is all who's left As for me I have no one to meet
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Bossa nova down town beat Iponema is calling me And a girl I used to love is gone I look around me and see my soul Sleeping restless in every row All at once I am glad I am not alone
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