Well I`m heading back
To pack a bag
To head out on the road
To take away what I know is mine
And I`m running down
Past the yellow house
With Joe into the breeze
Where no one seems to care
And I`m feeling the pull
Dragging me off again
And I`m feeling so small
Against the sky tonight
Well stories of an open line
And every time we work ourselves up into a rage
We smash and grab we pull the handle no one says
But everyone wants to be the one just climbing out
And I`m feeling the pull
Dragging me on again
And I`m feeling so small
Against that big moon sky tonight