[Verse 1]
The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form
Adorned with patches of places you’ve been
Is nothing on my khaki coat that I got
From a roadside when I was sixteen
My boots are from airports
My backpack's from France
I'm not a man of substance and so I’ll pretend
To be a wanderer, wandering
Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins

[Verse 2]
(Cut that bit out *laughs*)
The roads are my home as horizon's my target
If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it
Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it
Burn out, don't fight it and try to move on
It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna
A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face
I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready
And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead

[Verse 3]
The distance is futile
Come on, don't be hasty
You’ll get that feeling deep inside your bones
I’ll be gone then when you must be alone