It's been a while since I left Halifax

But only my gum tastes familiar

It's been a while since I held a gun

It hurts to say I used to be combative and in misery

When I hit the road I was already dying

The colors that paint the sky meant nothing

By the time I made it to Oregon

My courtesy to smile at them was gone and I was angry

First thing at dawn I rush to my backpack

It's been sitting there for a week

Creep down the stairs

Are my parents sleeping?

It's hard for me to do these things but I want my reality

Next stop is down at the shell gas station

I need some snacks and a break

Last time that I saw my ma and father, honestly it worked on me

But this is how it has to be