Cardboard Passports

I'm feeling a bit unmotivated
Even the sun has to move once a day
And why do I make plans,
If I never follow through with them?

And if I could blend in with the air,
I would

The suit case by the door
Is filled with my old clothes
I'd probably outgrown years ago
It's been there for a while
Uncomfortable with settling down, right now

And if I could afford to see the world,
I would

I'm not brave like you
Or I'd tell you a million things,
Starting with the truth
Passports I've made
Out of cardboard and pens and tape
Preparing me to move (to move)

If all that I believed
Was everything I've seen
Not counting TV screens
Or word of mouth as proof
Distant countries, exist outside this little house of mine
Then I'd be (then I'd be) more likely to just stay inside

I'm not brave like you
Or I'd tell you a million things,
Starting with the truth
Passports I've made
Out of cardboard and pens and tape
Preparing me to move

I've made a lot of plans, quickly reaching an end
And I can never seem to follow through
I've made a lot of plans, quickly reaching an end
It's easier to say than is to do (Repeat 2x)

Sometime I hope real soon to start over new

And I forget the reason why I got so upset
And I forget the reason why I got out of bed