Riding alone at the end of the day
Think I left my phone
On the aeroplane
Take the backstreets
Got nowhere to go
Live between the sheets
And hope I'm headed home

The art of escape
It ain't no mystery
See, I came to paint our eccentricities
Hand me the brush, I got that canvas sky
Nah, it ain't no rush when it's just me and I

Riding alone at the end of the day
Think I left my phone
On the aeroplane
Take the backstreets
Got nowhere to go
Live between the sheets
And hope I'm headed home