I'm gonna hop on that train today
I got nowhere to go but no reason to stay
In four years I've traveled a hundred and sixty thousand miles
And the wind keeps pulling me out
Maybe I go because I'm chasing something
Maybe I go because something is chasing me
Maybe I leave because I've yet to find someone
To look me in the face...
And say

Stick Around
I want you next to me
Stick Around
There ain't no reason for leaving
The road's been hard boy but I'll never bring you down
Stick Around

Postcards and Road maps
Empty alleyways, cigarettes
Five miles till my next exit
Then I'll be singing to a room of strangers
I miss my family
I miss my brother
I wonder if his son is ever gonna know me
I wonder if I'll have a son I could call my own
I wish someone would hold me down and say