Go

When you talk about your home life
I try to identify with my own memories
Childhood life was such a breeze

But now I'm slipping away
From the boy my mother made
I'm growing on, but I hold on
To the days that made me feel so powerless and ignorant
Without a cent, without the sense to know
That one day I would have to try to survive and go
And go

First time, you gotta leave your home
Second time you live alone
Third time you just don't know
Fourth time you gotta pack your life and go

On the day my father died, I was too naive to cry
Inside I was so unclear, I always thought he'll reappear
Now I'm slipping away from the lost child that he made
I'm growing on, but I hold on to his name and to the days
Of innocence and selfishness

I find these things impossible to shake
But I won't break, until I take
Take a fucking chance and go
And go

First time you gotta leave your home
Second time you live alone
Third time you just don't know
Fourth time you gotta pack your life and go