I’m really quite good at running away

All that matters is where I’m going today


Catch the A41 Boeing, that’s where I’m going

Off to Beirut, my tan from Thailand still showing.


Then I’ll go to Tokyo, flying solo

In a town that perfected the yoyo


A simple machine that goes up and down

Never stopping or slowing down


Going from place to place


It’s easy to stay in a town that doesn’t know your face


To walk through the street that doesn’t still reak

Of an ex-lover’s smell


Or to eat at a cafe that doesn’t serve up

Laughs with the best friend from hell


Following street signs that say

This way or that way


Instead of reminding you

Of all the mistakes that you’ve made


But none of that matters, not here, not today

I’m really quite good at running away