The clock ticks
As time goes on
and even after years
I still don't belong
I've traveled my paths
with my head held high
yet it always turns out
I am the one to say good-bye
Sure, I meet new faces
and find it kind of fun
but all of my happiness dies
when I am back on the run
I fear I'll be searching forever
for my special place
where each and everyday is filled
with a friendly, familiar face
