I'm starting to pack everything.
I'm giving up.
I'm giving in.
And you were right when you said I'd go in and out alone.

When you find the time to call,
Make it short,
Make it sweet,
Because I won't be back come fall.

Came to this place with a lot of promises.
Left a job.
Left a few friends.
And I'm coming back with a broken heart and soul.

You know that I hate to cut you short and I hate that I have to go
Don't forget that I still love your roar on an autumn Saturday afternoon
And don't forget that I still love the people you have shown me
But darling, don't you see? I'm just trying to find my way back home.