Since I Saw Vienna

The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form
 Adorned with patches of places you've been
 Is nothing on my khaki coat I got
 From a roadside when I was sixteen
 My boots are from airports
 My backpack's from friends
 I'm not a man of substance, and so I'll pretend
 To be a wanderer, wondering
 Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins
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 (Cut that bit out)
 The roads are my home, horizon's my target
 If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it
 Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it
 Burn out, don't fight it, and try to move on
 It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna
 A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face
 I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready
 And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead
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 The distance is futile
 Come on, don't be hasty
 You'll get that feeling deep inside your bones
 I'll be gone then, for when you must be alone