In A Food Court Somewhere

I'm sinking into the airport floor
I've never felt this heavy
I am an old elephant
walking to the secret cemetary

My weight is too heavy to carry,
and I will not burden my family
An island, the west coast, or Paris
I wish for a less perfect memory

These days I can't stand to be alone,
but I don't make very good company
I'm only okay when I'm on my way home,
and as soon as I get there I want to leave

And I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry you know
I miss you so much when I am gone
Someday, Someday I hope that I can come home
and stop writing these sad songs.
I want to stop writing these sad songs.