the rhythmic shaking of the cabin as the train rides over the tracks the distance traveled, just a marker of the lengths of how far i am how far i ran, away from you
no written farewells left behind no goodbyes to delay my trip no you to change my mind
what people call a vacation you’d call running away maybe that’s what i’m doing maybe that’s where we were headed
but in this town, with no meaning to its name i can start over, begin a new life until i find another you who will make me pack up and catch the next train
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the rhythmic shaking of the cabin
as the train rides over the tracks
the distance traveled, just a marker
of the lengths of how far i am
how far i ran, away from you
no written farewells left behind
no goodbyes to delay my trip
no you to change my mind
what people call a vacation
you’d call running away
maybe that’s what i’m doing
maybe that’s where we were headed
but in this town, with no meaning to its name
i can start over, begin a new life
until i find another you
who will make me pack up
and catch the next train