I'm all packed up now early in the morning,
I'll take my leave,
I'll bring your words along with me,
Maybe one day they will mean something.
For now they buzz and crumble down
A little bit too easily,
From a time that I am not quite over,
What the hell is wrong with me?
I might be gone a little while.
I guess we'll see.
I gotta make a home outta somewhere.
And you're all over this city.
And it'll take a flight to figure out
Where I'm gonna finally land,
And the time it takes for me get there
I'll be one to start again.
But I should probably say that I'm unsure why I'm running,
Running away from the only thing I want,
Yeah, I should probably say that I'm unsure why I'm running,
Running away from the one I love.
And if the plane lifts off,
I'll write you a letter to say goodbye,
And I will make it long and maybe lie just a little,
Tell you that I'm doing fine.
Then I'll send it out and let things be
If not for you,
For me and for the time I've spent
Foolishly loving thee.
But I should probably say that I'm unsure why I'm running,
Running away from the only thing I want.
Yeah, I should probably say that I'm unsure why I'm running,
Running away from the one I love,
The one I love.