Leaving Oldtown

I'm leaving Oldtown
 With no direction, learning how to be alone
 Learning how to stand on my own two feet
 I'm getting good now
 A recollection, hollow as a sparrow bone
 Mythic as the stories our parents told
 It's getting colder
 The days are shorter
 It's not the season for the road
 Blow out the candle
 Pack up your bedroll
 I think it's time to go
 I'm leaving Oldtown
 I'm bags and boxes, hand me downs and borrowed rooms
 Still hoping to be loved anew
 I need a new town
 Where no-one knows me, no-one heeds a thing I do
 And no-one's ever heard of you
 It's getting colder
 The days are shorter
 It's not the season for the road
 Blow out the candle
 Pack up your bedroll
 I think it's time to go
 I need a new town
 I need a new town
 It's getting colder
 The days are shorter
 It's not the season for the road
 Blow out the candle
 Pack up your bedroll
 She says it's time to go
 I'm leaving Oldtown
 I'm leaving Oldtown