Pocket

I want to go away
On a perfectly good day
I want to climb a hill
Watch the world as it stays still
Instead of moving frames
Paint me a picture
To keep in my pocket
I want to sail the seas
Depart without any warning
And leave the world I’ve known
Find a new one to call home
Instead of seeing it all
Give me a memory
To keep in my pocket
I have these many hours
And the rest of my days
To make a living
And all I know is I haven’t
Mentioned my whereabouts
To anybody else
Had to take a rain check back at home
I’m granting myself time and space to roam
And maybe take a little something back
With me
And I am running through woods
On my own, cause I could
And I am making it there
A place I don’t know where
And I am sinking a boat
While I’m learning to float
And I am counting my scars
Cause I’m proud of the wars I’ve won
Waiting for my wings to grow
Through the summer and the snow
I’ll be here, taking my time
Cause it’s mine
I have these many hours
And the rest of my days
To make a living
And all I know is I haven’t
Mentioned my whereabouts
To anybody else
Had to take a rain check back at home
I’m granting myself time and space to roam
And maybe take a little something back
Take a little something back with me
Before I start again