I wish I could fly south for the winter
I would run away to another place
In my head, you're waiting, there
To find my people I'd give anything
To stop this nonsense, I'm ready to leave
The party's lost its touch
None of this makes sense
Feelings they commence
As I sit here, on the porch
Waiting in the cold-
Where do we go?
Where do I go?
Once I make it out of here
Once I make out of here alive
She surrounds me
Like a siren
Her song sings out to me
But should I follow?
Leave this all behind?
For a life, living the unknown
I wish I could fly south for the winter
I would run away to another place
In my head, you're waiting, there
To find my people I'd give anything
To stop this nonsense, I'm ready to leave
The party's lost its touch
South wings are coming
I know they're flying
It must be winter
It's time for gliding
I haven't left, no
Oh I don't know yet
I'll figure out
In time we'll know
In time we'll come out
South wings are coming
I know they're flying
It must be winter
It's time for gliding
I haven't left, no
Oh I don't know yet
I'll figure out
In time we'll know
In time we'll come out