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