On My Way
Shoved my things in a bag
Grabbed my comb
Checked myself on the mirror
Twice I knocked over things
But I'm still standing strong
I hear the cab honking
The busy street still whining
Hurry up, you're late
Everyone's just early
Closed the door
Locked the gate
Wait a minute, where's my kiss
Say goodbye, surely I'll be missed
There's a lot going on
In my mind, a tempest
Stirring and plotting
What? I don't know
Reasons, feelings, cravings
To hell with life
I have nothing at all
No home, no heart, no booze
Been told to answer quick
When you call me, you're my king
Yeah, I got the message
I'm on my way.
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