Leaving your land, leaving home
All the things that make you feel sorry and wrong
Is it something, is it me
That keeps this lonely soul empty and cold

Those seeds of peace inside this poor heart of mine
Seem part of a trip I'm still afraid to ride

Everytime you see me go alone on my way
I leave a part of me behind
But it won't go
It won't go away from me

Gettin' loaded, gettin' high
Running on empty when I ain't even got the time
To watch my back, to say goodbye

To all the words unsaid caged in my mind
Those good things a man should live and try

Seem part of a trip I'm late to ride
Everytime you see me fade into the sun
I leave a part of me behind
Everytime you watch me leave calm as a storm
I throw a piece of me behind
But it won't go
It won't go away from me