Since I Saw Vienna

The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form Adorned with patches of places you've been Is nothing on my khaki coat I got from a roadside When I was sixteen My boots are from airports, my backpack's from friends I'm not a man of substance Or so I'll pretend To be a wanderer, wandering Leaving ascetic belongings Behind hostels and restaurant bins The roads are my home as horizon's my target If I keep on moving I'll never lose sight of it Treating my memory of you like a fire Let it burn out Don't fight it Try to move on It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead The distance is futile Come on don't be hasty You'll get that feeling deep inside your bones I'll be gone then For when you Must be Alone