The Trip

There's a trip I know that I would like to take It seems like the right time and the weather is great But this journey seems like I'm choosing my own fate But my bags are packed and I can't wait But there's this sinking feeling I feel 'Cause this trip is only one way And it'll be my first one alone Don't know how I feel about not coming home And though I'm wishing here with all my might I guess what they say is always right That the grass is greener on the other side (the other side) And when I'm all alone in the pitch black night My mind is under the bright spotlight And now I wish this wasn't my fight Should I catch that flight? It's been years now, but I still think about it day and night When's the last time things felt right? And I wanna scream and shout But this pounding headache's keeping it inside Which will it be? Fight or flight? But there's lots to think about on solo trips like this Like who I'm leaving behind, and is it worth it? But it's a constant battle, as if the angel's now the devil Wanna be strong enough to stay for a little while, but Despite the wishing on with all my might I hope what they say isn't right That the grass is greener on the watered side And when I'm all alone in the pitch black night My mind is under the bright spotlight I know this isn't my fight, but I don't wanna catch that flight There's a trip I know I used to wanna take It's still in the back of my mind, especially when the weather's great But I've realised, there's more to life than choosing your own fate And so 'til the time is right I guess I'll wait