It starts with you in the morning.
On a bus to a new town,
you said this was the only way out.
Barely slept last night,
half awake, eyes half closed as the sun hits your face.
Is it all you imagined?
Well, you left it all behind, thinking nothing was left for you.
All the things you remember,
All the people you’ve met,
All the faces you’ve known are gone.