Suitcase Life

can you see me

frequenting motel-rooms

like you want me to

been on the road

for far too long

i know what dust tastes like

someone said

home is where the heart is

well i wanna know

where to find this place

cause nothing seems familiar

since you've walked away

so, please wait for me

i might be back late

cos i've forgotten my way home

please stay awake

and turn on the lights

this boy feels so alone

another bottle of wine

sings me to sleep

when i sing my blues

i know i'm keeping

bad company

but who cares anyway

homeward-bound

losing ground

a thousand miles away

(but who cares anyway)

i hate my suitcase life

though i know it's right