straight from my ipod as i walked into a new hotel…

Be home soon…

[i]Call in three months time and I’ll be fine I know

Well maybe not that fine, but I’ll survive anyhow

I won’t recall the names and places of Each sad occasion

But that’s no consolation — here and now

So what happens now?

Another suitcase in another hall

So what happens now?

Take your picture off another wall

Where am I going to?

You’ll get by, you always have before

Where am I going to?[/i]