the days get shorter and the nights get cold
i like the autumn but this place is getting old
i pack up my belongings and i head for the coast
it might not be a lot but i feel like i’m making the most

the days get longer and the nights smell green
i guess it’s not surprising but it’s spring and i should leave

i like songs about drifters, books about the same
they both seem to make me feel a little less insane
walked on off to another spot
i still haven’t gotten anywhere that i want 

did i want love? did i need to know?
why does it always feel like i’m caught in an undertow?