Sometimes I need to run away
Pack up and leave this place
Stuff my wrinkled thoughts
Into a big suitcase

Go somewhere real far
With infinite space
Sort through my cluttered head
At my own chosen pace

I'll iron my emotions
And fold my thoughts up nice
Place my ideas all on hangers
I'm sure this will suffice

And when I'm done I'll come back
Organized and precise
And when I open up my suitcase
You won't see a single vice

So here I go, I'm leaving
Don't wait up for me
I've got a lot of work to do
I'll see you when I'm free