I'm running late again the booth is dim and it is cold and me I'll miss this place I'm in a sentimental state while running late trams forget to stop And everything's in boxes pact up stamp to go but who knows So I'm running away running too late running to stay Maybe i'll stumble upon a magic wand a treasure a rocket a place to belong
A place to belong
Soon the street lights an orange glow the cab speeding As I go so long a quick goodbye before I change my mind So long a quick goodbye before I change my mind So long goodbye, oh oh…
