Ive been living close to home For 30 years now Been thinking about moving away from here I've got a lot of reservations And I'm totally unsure I'd just rather not not know anymore It feels like a lot on my mind I think I'll try to draft a letter Just to write it out and see how it reads While we're waiting I feel vulnerable With no one chasing I don't know where to go And I'm feeling so much closer To everywhere I've been The further I become from where I begin There's a little piece of everything That makes it seem the best But I'm searching through what's hidden in the rest While we're waiting I feel vulnerable With no one chasing I don't know where to go