Leaving

You flew away home

to yourself

with no direction

and I'm drifting here

lost in limbo

You're a pioneer

the very first from this world

to reach nowhere

and I guess it's ok

in nowhere

I only wish

they had a post office

or a phonebooth

cause I had a secret to tell

before you left

Well, I'm drifting here

and I still

have some things to do

but as they are done

I'll come and visit you

When you find a lucky strike in your keyhole

you'll know that I'm around