[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
And everything's in boxes
Packed up, stamped 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

[Verse 3]
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-oh oh oh

[Outro]
Place to belong