Got in the bus, straight to the south
Late in the night, I’m used to this sound
Nostalgia takes place from the moment I go

When I get there, I know every street
Know every person since I was a kid
Familiarity haunts me from inside

I packed my bags for the hundredth time
Let the town go for a piece of mind
It’s been so long I stopped waving goodbye

And it almost felt like home for a while
But it’s not, I still got my place to find
Cause it’s too late to call it home
And it’s too soon to let it go

Got in the train, straight from Newport
It’s all so lovely but also so short
I know this magic may just be counterfeit

Places I knew just in my dreams
Now feel so real right in front of me
But soon will come the day I gotta go home

I packed my bags for the hundredth time
Let the town go for a piece of mind
It’s been so long I stopped waving goodbye

And it almost felt like home for a while
But it’s not, I still got my place to find
Cause it’s too late to call it home
And it’s too soon to let it go
To let it go

I’m not ready to leave
Not ready to leave
Not ready to leave

I’m not ready to leave
Not ready to leave
Not ready to leave

I packed my bags for the hundredth time
Let the town go for a piece of mind
It’s been so long I stopped waving goodbye

And it almost felt like home for a while
But it’s not, I still got my place to find
Cause it’s too late to call it home
And it’s too soon to let it go
To let it go