On Travel, Leaving, and the Sound of Going Away
words and music ©2002 adam gerow. all rights reserved.

it felt like i was in the ocean,
and so i rolled the windows down
some days go on like this forever
i'm sorry i let you see me get unwound

so i got my suitcase for a steamtrain,
my hopes up (2nd time: best clothes) for my big day,
Lord i know there's no getting out of here alive,
i'd set this world on fire to see the light.

it seems i always sing of leaving.
i guess i've never been at home.
she only loved me for a season.
then she around and let me go...