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…