I wake up when the sun shines through my window. Pack my bags. Going to start all over again. Got a new life looking back on things in the mirror. Hurting so bad I can feel my blood boiling hot. Coffee's bought and sidewalk thoughts are dreaded. Last year's jacket still smells like last year's dreams. Cold snow blows on these old souls. I'm headed somewhere new where nothing's as it seems... not. Every doorway's another mouth to feed. Any day now is more my speed but hurry up I got things to do in the morning. So what.