Everyone's leaving
So I'll pack up my suitcase
And I'll go
But what would I know?
It's been a while now
And I still don't know how
How to fly
But I don't even try
Things will get better in the long run
The wind will blow away my tears
Things will get better in the long run
My dear, my dear
My friend's lives get clearer
As I choose to linger on the ground
Cause I haven't found
A steady direction
My life's a reflection of my mind
Confused and untied
Oh, things will get better in the long run
The wind will blow away my fears
Oh, things will get better in the long run
My dear, my dear
Oh, in a year I'll be found
With my feet still stuck in this ground
Oh, in a year I'll be found
Having worked things out
Things will get better
Things will get better
Oh things will get better
Oh things, things will get better
Things, things will get better
Things, things will get better
Oh, things will get better
Oh, things, things, things...
Oh, things, things will get better
Everyone's leaving
So I'll pack up my suitcase and I'll go
But what would I know?