I have to take a shower
I don’t want to
I’d rather run down the
Streets of my current
Town
I’ll get blisters on my sore feet
Maybe you’ll be waiting for me
As I turn a corner
I can run into your arms
And
By the time I let go
You’ll have helped me to forget

You were missing

Ad after ad
I have searched for you
I campaign against my own current
The salty and tumultuous times
Sweep me away
Further from your home
Where you roam

without me