Feeling The Pull

Well I'm heading back
to pack a bag
to head out on the road
to take away what I know is mine

and I'm running down
past the yellow house
with Joe into the breeze
where no one seems to care

and I'm feeling the pull
dragging me off again
and I'm feeling so small
against the sky tonight

well stories of an open line
and every time we work ourselves up into a rage

we smash and grab we pull the handle no one says
but everyone wants to be the one just climbing out

and I'm feeling the pull
dragging me on again
and I'm feeling so small
against that big moon sky tonight