The Return Bus Ride Home

Another place got away from me
and now I'm going home
whether or not I really want to go

I'm walking out, I'm looking up and 'round for places, never know, a hiding spot all of my own

Clutch the ground, dirty hands, make a place, but it doesn't really matter because he's not staying anyway

Oh oh

I love your face, I love the way it looks when you spot something good
I'm like a building touching clouds

Clutch the ground, dirty hands, make a place, but it doesn't really matter because I'm not staying anyway

Oh Oh

Another day has got away from me, and all I want to know, is will you have me or will I go?

Will you have me or will I go?
Will you have me or will I go?