Going Out

I pack my lonely nights in, walk out of the door
I know that, in the future, I will, have some (???)
I left the (???) on a (???) living room
For when, you come back home
in the "usual" mood.
Love, love, love, love, it's what I've been looking for
for such a cause, I won't, have to get lost.
I make going to Venice, I make, going to Redwood,
but, everywhere I'll be, in the right mood.