Testo Albatross

Riding the blue
Out the window a patchwork quilt how we build how we move
From place to place
White lights of the city
And the echo of lingering eyes
Travelling alone
Suitcase of stone
I'd rather be an albatross flying high
And in the tail winds looking back at what I left behind
Ooh lookin' back at what I left behind
Ooh lookin' back at what I left behind

Don't ask me about the places I've been
I know facebook can't remember a name
I can't remember a name
I can't remember your name
On the highway of the day long
My destination is a windowless room
Another windowless room
Another windowless room

I'd rather be an albatross flying high And in the tail winds looking back at what I left behind
Ooh lookin' back at what I left behind
Ooh lookin' back at what I left behind
Ooh lookin' back at what I left behind