I packed everything up
walked away with my head down
I wasn't done living
I wasn't ready to leave

all my friends waved goodbye
they all wished me luck
they'll never know how much I love them
how much they meant

the tires move softly on the road
that is never-ending
until potholes dip down
and are jolting

life is hard
and I'm tired of moving on

maybe it was supposed to be this way
maybe I was supposed to leave

but right now I'm tired
and I want to go to sleep,
so don't make me move on
I'm not ready