Travel - Club 8

I travel far, I am nowhere near

Anywhere I intended to go

So wake me up before the heart attack

This world has in store for me

Voices follow me home

Telling me I will go on

So I won’t try to go home

I’m thinking here is nothing left to be done

She wasn’t made to be anything

She wasn’t made to be anyone

Unlike her will, I’m scared of something real

These are the things that haunt me still

Voices follow me home

Telling me I will go on

So I won’t try to go home

I’m thinking here is nothing left to be done