Every single time
I see you in the street as you walk by
You're shuffling your feet
As if to say you'd rather die
Than live so far from home
I wonder is that why you're so along?
And if you found a place to call your own
Would you be fine?
And you tell me that something good is bound to happen soon
And meanwhile you'll just wait inside your room
And do you find it odd
That you are not as strong as you once thought
And even if you run
You might get caught
So you won't go
And you'll be the last to know
And even if you run
You might get caught
So you won't go
And you'll be the last to know