N.Y.B

New York, Barcelona
Haven’t been there, probably won’t
Big talk, high school reunion
Never thought I’d still be 'round.
Just along for the ride,
Travel light, I’ll paint my horizon
Just along for the ride,
Nowhere in sight, no point of arrival.
Good old memorabilia
When the heart’s in the wrong place, no place like home.
Can’t pierce, short term souvenirs
Sense of humor, joke’s getting old
Just another satellite… passing by
(I'm off on the right)
Travel light, just step
(I'm off on the right)
Nowhere to go.