stranger

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

 

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