A poet lied to me
And I took it as fact
But it's not fair to blame
Jack Kerouac
'Cause I traded it all in
For some place to get lost
I burned my bridges
And I swam across

I really never meant to be gone so long
And then when I go back, I go back to find you gone

Now I've seen the road
And it's no more real
Than a walk across
The kitchen floor
But it's something I can't shake
And I can't forget
Like a smoker needs
A morning cigarette

I really never meant to be gone so long
And then when I go back, I go back to find you gone

From airport I
Took a yellow cab
Was a soft, grey rain
As it drove me back
Your flight set you down
Across the sea
Looks like we've both
Got the same disease

I really never meant to be gone so long
And then when I go back, I go back to find you gone
I find it pretty hard now to stay still long
So I reckon when you get back, you'll get back to find me gone