Rucksack In Tow

Rucksack in tow, I turn my back on my home

I need to stop dreaming about non-existence

I walk into cold rain

I walk into no safe haven

Last means of transport gone so I try to walk right outta here

Not much of a good day

Not much of a good day

So I run away

(To? … To? … To? …)

Face is red, toes are black

I can no longer carry my rucksack

Breaking, back is breaking

Brittle, frozen – no way outta here

Then I hear a girl sing a song

Not much of a good day

On this glorious day

(Who is she? … Who is she? ... Who is she? …)

I don’t even know her name

But it’s a much better day

Today