it's the third of may feeling crowded and out of place I could really use a change
for the first time in my life I realize though I love my hometown if I stay, I may soon die
the seeds I've planted have turned on me, gone rogue instead flowers they're vines like ropes they've multiplied and are about to take hold there's no other choice, I've got to go
I hope that behind the horizon line I may find all that I'm looking for, a new life I fear leaving but I've got to try because if I stay, I may soon die