Follow me to the ocean; come with me to the coast
Tides pull me towards where I can be myself the most
Escape from this town, to find a new home
Seems to me, where ever I go
Where I grew is up is where I should have stayed
To not feel like a castaway?
Life’s too short to be rushing
(the clock spins as we speak)
From one place to the other
In search of some inner peace
Escape from this town, to find a new home
Seems to me, where ever I go
Where I grew is up is where I should have stayed
Will I be moving back some day?
Is this where should have stayed?
Would I feel like a castaway?