I go outside for a cigarette
terminal 3
Taking a break from the internet
and technology
My heart knows that I am moving
There must be something in the air
Each day is mine for the choose
To stay as long as I care to

Now that I’m away
No place to be
Honey it’s ok
I’ve got space to breathe

I reach the end of this island
feet hit the sand
It’s not something that I’m running from
I hope you can understand that
Rest my head in a parking bay
Sunrise is my sign to drive again
Until the final departure gate
Open to all that can surprise me

Now that I’m away
No place to be
Honey it’s ok
I’ve got space to breathe