Elsewhere

I’m not sleeping well

Spent three days in Las Vegas

I’m not sleeping well

Can’t believe I haven’t hit a wall by now

I’ll lie here and wait for sleep to take me

All I hear is the bass and the crowd

Packin’ a carry on

It won’t be too long now

Packin a carry on

It feels like a hundred years

Since I was back in Kansas City

Since I was back to my life

You might say that I’ve lost my love of travel

As ragged as I look now

But it’s not from carryin’ on anyhow

It’s the slowburn of being elsewhere

It’s the slow burn of being alone in a crowd

Open my door and my dogs come to meet me

Open my door, I can’t believe I haven’t hit a wall by now

I’m sorry I’m not more accommodating

I just need some time right now

You might say that I’ve lost my love of travel

As ragged as I look now

But it’s not from carryin’ on anyhow

It’s the slowburn of being elsewhere

It’s the slow burn of being alone in a crowd