My eyes are closed, my bags are packed
So I’ll spin the globe, point at the map and go there
Some place nobody knows my name
Out somewhere on the backside, west of nowhere
Where no one knows origin of these lines on my face
My dear, I’ll go there
You could accompany me – were you less afraid of life
Somewhere when the bad wind blows my name is never even mentioned
Where the sins of my past are blacked out by my present intentions
Where no one cares to care at all – dear God, for none to care
Darlin’, I’ll go there – you could too, were you less afraid of fear
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