gotta pack my bags, i’m going on a trip
i better get together my travel kit
full of boarding passes, maps, sunglasses
and an accent
for something new and different

got my boots footloose and shoes tied tight
i swear i’m prepared for any bus ride and flight
overnight layovers with meals not paid for
ain’t quite right, but i’ve got a new appetite

for places to go
sights to see
so many faces to know
and people who i’m gonna meet
so, soon i’ll be who i want to be
nobody to stop me when i’m in a new country
i want something more
maybe across the sea
because i’m getting bored
of my old home in this city
so, soon i’ll be who i want to be
nobody to stop me when i’m in a new country
and be the fool that i’m gonna be
nobody to stop me when i’m in a new country

searched my bags for necessities
old keys for doors i no longer go through and leave
mean nothing to me, i’ll declare solemnly
cold and alone, surrounded by these
graffitied walls down an empty hall
that reeks of nicotine and alcohol
i never thought this is where i’d call
a place to get away from it all

for places to go
sights to see
so many faces to know
and people who i’m gonna meet
so, soon i’ll be who i want to be
nobody to stop me when i’m in a new country
i want something more
maybe across the sea
because i’m getting bored
of my old home in this city
so, soon i’ll be who i want to be
nobody to stop me when i’m in a new country
and be the fool that i’m gonna be
nobody to stop me when i’m in a new country
shed my old identity
nobody to stop me when i’m in a new country
and be the fool that i’m gonna be
nobody to stop me when i’m in a new country