Go

When you talk about your home life

I try to identify with my own memories

Childhood life was such a breeze

But now I'm slipping away

From the boy my mother made

I'm growing on, but I hold on

To the days that made me feel so powerless and ignorant

Without a cent, without the sense to know

That one day I would have to try to survive and go

And go

First time, you gotta leave your home

Second time you live alone

Third time you just don't know

Fourth time you gotta pack your life and go

On the day my father died, I was too naive to cry

Inside I was so unclear, I always thought he'll reappear

Now I'm slipping away from the lost child that he made

I'm growing on, but I hold on to his name and to the days

Of innocence and selfishness

I find these things impossible to shake

But I won't break, until I take

Take a fucking chance and go

And go

First time you gotta leave your home

Second time you live alone

Third time you just don't know

Fourth time you gotta pack your life and go