Heard you were miserable, dry as a bone
convinced you can't it through the fall

'back on the road again', it's you favourite phrase
with a smile to disguise your escape

well it's feasible, selling the ship to get back to the coast
when the wheather gets worse

people just leaving home, to discover how their country is called
in a six strings life boat

and ties at minimum
with the world they know
there's a fantasy land when you're strung
out and miserable
and the things that you own
will turn out to dust on the go

every conceivable
word that you know
won't really help me at all

get up and ride again
this is what you used to say
with a smile you can lie to my face

it is practical
to sell yourself cheap
to get back to the coast, when the battle is lost

people just leaving home
and in spite of what could be appropriate they keep all em strong ties at minimium

and ties at minimum
with the world they know
there's a fantasy land when you're strung
out and miserable
all the things that you own
will turn out to dust on the go

you've always denied
this thoughts were in your mind
blindly accepting the ties
of those real things and real lives
a word of advice is to keep
your ties at minimum
with the world you know
there's a fantasy land when you're strung
out and miserable
all the things that you own
will turn out to dust on the go

keep your ties at minimum
with the world you know
there's a fantasy land when you're strung
out and miserable
all the things that you know
turn out to dust

when the blue sky will fall