Tekst:
I don't plan anything I'm trying to come home
Thoughts of you are always on my mind
A runaway from problems my excuse when I am there
You roll over once again I'm gone
It's old it's plain to see this life of tragedy
Save it for later that's what we always said
What will that do for us
Tried to paint a picture of the times we once shared
You never seemed to be so concerned
The story goes like this you say I'm almost never there
Independent is what you've always want
An arm to hold on someone to sleep next to in the night
Rolling over once again I'm gone
Look through the backlog and index of thoughts
This time it won't get to me
Thoughts of you are always on my mind
A runaway from problems my excuse when I am there
You roll over once again I'm gone
It's old it's plain to see this life of tragedy
Save it for later that's what we always said
What will that do for us
Tried to paint a picture of the times we once shared
You never seemed to be so concerned
The story goes like this you say I'm almost never there
Independent is what you've always want
An arm to hold on someone to sleep next to in the night
Rolling over once again I'm gone
Look through the backlog and index of thoughts
This time it won't get to me
