The time has come for me to start packingnI’m folding the shores of my life into valisesnI can’t stand this desert heat no morenI’m going away, I’m going awaynnI’ve waited to long to catch your signalnI counted the numbers, the letters, the daysnSomething tells me you’re, you’re not comingnI’ve got to go away, I’m going awaynnNow I’m writing you a letter and I’m making it longnNow I’m breathing, and I’m bleeding, and the pages are tornnNow I’m writing you to tell you I may go missing and lostnThe sand covers my facennMy mama say life is for livingnIf you’re unhappy honey go out and reinventnThe desert is good, the desert is darknI’ve got to go away, Said I’m going awaynnNow I’m writing you a letter and I’m making it longnNow I’m breathing, and I’m bleading, and the pages are tornnNow I’m writing you to tell you I may go missing and lostnThe sand covers my facennThe sand covers my face