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]

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