Nothing but the clothes on your back and the story in your hands.
Drive darling, drive.

Nothing but the photo in your pocket and the pouring look in your eyes.
Run darling, run.

Nothing but that sparkly watch around your wrist and them memories behind.
Let go darling, let go.

Nothing but that tide in front of you, and that morning dawning in your heart. Nothing.
Jump in darling, go on. 

- The Grass Parakeet