I wander these streets with my head in my hands
and I stare at my feet so I know where I stand.
Every step followed up by the next,
I move with my feet while I breathe with my chest.

I don’t feel alright, but I think I’ll be fine.
If I just keep on moving I'll kill all the time
between the place I just left and where I’ll see you next.
I hope that’s enough but I’m not holding my breath.

There always will be space in-between
where I find myself and where I want to be.
I miss you, I miss you, I wish that I could kiss you.
This distance between us has become an issue.

I feel such a mess ever since I left, and I’m doing my best,

but I can’t, I won’t, let’s just elope
and head back to the coast where I know we could cope.
Let’s wash our hands, let’s make amends
and let’s not think of anything else.
Please, Madeleine understand
that I’ve already lost all of my friends
and I can’t lose you as well.

Regarding those two-hundred-ninety-odd days;
there’s no way either of us could articulate
what happened to us, what changed in our hearts.
Now that we’re home we are farthest apart.

I’m at my best when I walk all alone,
I don’t need money, or drugs or my cellular phone.
These feelings of mine that I could not describe
are leading me on to leave everything I know behind.

But I can’t, please don’t leave me alone.
I’m so sick of the road, I’ve got nowhere to go.
I have washed my hands,
I have made amends and I can’t stop thinking of everything else.
So please Madeleine understand
that I’ve already lost all of my friends
and I cannot lose you as well.

My friends don’t know how much I miss them tonight.