Gonna hop on that train today,
I’ve got nowhere to go, no reason to stay.
In four years I’ve travelled a hundred and sixty thousand miles
And the wind keeps pulling me out.
(Pre-)
Maybe I go cause I’m chasing something
Maybe I go cause something’s chasing me.
Maybe I leave cause I’ve yet to find
Someone to look me in the face and say
I want you next to me, so stick around.
There ain’t no reason for leaving
Yeah, the road’s been hard, boy,
But I’ll never let you down
So come on, stick around.
Post cards and road maps,
Empty alley ways, cigarettes.
Five miles to my next exit
And I’ve been 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 ever have a son that I could call my own
I wish someone will hold me down and say
Stick around, at least occasionally,
Stick around,
There ain’t no reason for leaving
This life’s too good, boy,
And I think you’re missing now,
So come on, stick around,
Stick around.
I’m gonna hop on the train
Got nowhere to go, no reason to stay.
In four years I’ve travelled a hundred and sixty thousand miles
Maybe one day, maybe I will
Maybe I will, maybe I will
Stick around.
