roadmap

this is my roadmap
this is your excuse
pinkie to thumb to get back
three knuckles up to you

you say you're running on fumes
no strength left to drive
it'd be my mistake to follow you
i'd be a fool to think to try

manhattan doesn't help me
not even in the rain
boston is my home, but still,
I want to run away

I give every hitchhiker a place in me
to hang his hat or lay her head
if that seat were ever empty
something might short circuit instead

maybe I'll live alone
maybe I'll give up
maybe I'll meet you down the road
maybe I'll meet some luck

this is a traveling song
you are a statue
i wouldn't want you along
you'd crumble if i asked you

/ manhattan doesn't help me
not even in the rain
boston is my home, but still,
i want to run away /

this is a traveling song
you are a statue