On My Way Back

Getting back to town isn’t as easy as it seems
When you’ve been up all night with bad dreams
I dreamt that I was falling backwards into the air
Flying alone wasn’t malice, wasn’t fair

The smell of gasoline from the handle and the cap
And I’m on my way back, on my way back, on my way back

Maybe I’ll just keep driving when I get there
Go up north, be in exile in the oaks, exile in the firs, exile in the birch
Stay until the winter won’t let me go
Her good arms around me, her cold arms around me

It’s not as easy as it seems to drive away your dreams
But I’m on my way back, on my way back
The smell of gasoline from the handle and the cap
Not as easy as it seems to drive away your dreams