I’m on the road to nowhere
Must get on no time to waste.
If someone comes knocking
Then tell them they’re too late
But I can’t shake the sinking feeling
That I left something at home
Am I just feeling guilty or is it just another bump in the road?
I bottled up my memories
Packed my heart in an old suitcase
Tried to check my baggage in but there wasn’t enough space
I’m on my way
I’m on my way, away from you
I won’t open your letters, all the messages you sent.
And even if I took the time the days just don’t make sense
But I can’t shake the sinking feeling
Or the smell of you on my clothes
Am I just feeling guilty or am I just missing home?
Home is where the heart is and in you I sought refuge.
I’d love go back to the start but I got to find some place new.