Distance Calls
Traveller
The closer I am to home
The further I want to go
When I'm swallowed by this room
I feel foreign to the world
Souvenirs collecting dust
As they stare in empty faces
A bitter thought of a better day
Is a nostalgic gift that I can't keep
The morning breeze kisses my skin
Gentle reminder of where I could've been
Caught in the routine day in day out
I hear my name as the distance calls
The closer I am to home
The further I want to go
When I'm swallowed by this room
I feel foreign to the world
The closer I am to home
The further I want to go
When I'm swallowed by this room
I feel foreign to the world
The closer I am to home
The further I want to go
When I'm swallowed by this room
I feel foreign to the, foreign to the world
The nightly sunset waves me goodbye
Silently vanishes beyond the blurred skyline
Trapped in the flow, for years to come
I hear my name as the distance calls
The closer I am to home
The further I want to go
When I'm swallowed by this room
I feel foreign to the world
Foreign to the world
I hear my name as the distance calls