Well I'm heading back to pack a bag

To head out on the road

To take away what I know is mine


I'm running down past the yellow house with ____

Into the breeze where no-one seems to care


I'm feeling the pull

Dragging me off again

I'm feeling so small against the sky tonight


These stories of an open line

And every time we work ourselves up into a rage

In a smash-n-grab we pulled the handle no-one cares

But everybody wants to be the one who's just climbing out