I’m feeling a bit unmotivatednEven the sun has to move once a daynAnd why do I make plans, nIf I never follow through with them?nnAnd if I could blend in with the air, nI wouldnnThe suit case by the doornIs filled with my old clothesnI’d probably outgrown years agonIt’s been there for a whilenUncomfortable with settling down, right nownnAnd if I could afford to see the world, nI wouldnnI’m not brave like younOr I’d tell you a million things, nStarting with the truthnPassports I’ve madenOut of cardboard and pens and tapenPreparing me to move (to move)nnIf all that I believednWas everything I’ve seennNot counting TV screensnOr word of mouth as proofnDistant countries, exist outside this little house of minenThen I’d be (then I’d be) more likely to just stay insidennI’m not brave like younOr I’d tell you a million things, nStarting with the truthnPassports I’ve madenOut of cardboard and pens and tapenPreparing me to move nnI’ve made a lot of plans, quickly reaching an endnAnd I can never seem to follow through nI’ve made a lot of plans, quickly reaching an endnIt’s easier to say than is to do (Repeat 2x)nnSometime I hope real soon to start over newnnAnd I forget the reason why I got so upsetnAnd I forget the reason why I got out of bedn