You're the sand in my shoes
the weight in my bag
the rope round my waist
that's holding me back.

I'm searching the world
but you won't let me leave
with each vacant smile
that tugs at my sleeves.

The far greener grass
keeps calling my name
and you're holding me fast
with much of the same.

I'm wishing for new
and I can't quite let go
of your smile and your scent
from so long ago.

I really can't stay
in these buttercup skies
there's so much more out there
beyond hopeless goodbyes.

But these empty wishes
keep holding me fast
broken connections that
should be left in the past.

You're the rope round my waist
and the sand in my shoes
but no one can know
that I still love you.