I want to be
A hundred miles from here
Maybe next week
A new set of rules
Insecurities are flowing out like wine
On the pavement, out of sight
Voices echo in the hall
Whispers filter through the door
Now take a break
On the street below
Hear the engine roar
Men stand and talk
the old days
Days gone by
A stream of guilt will guide you
Back home
Where are you now?
Voices echo in the hall
Whispers filter through the door
I can't help you anymore
There's nothing left to say
I can't help you anymore
Just walk away