I’m running late again the booth is dim and it is cold and me i’ll miss this place
 I’m in a sentimental state while running late trams forget to stop
 And everything’s in boxes pact up stamp to go but who knows
 So I’m running away running too late running to stay
 Maybe i’ll stumble upon a magic wand a treasure a rocket a place to belong
 A place to belong
 Soon the street lights an orange glow the cab speeding
 As I go so long a quick goodbye before I change my mind
 So long a quick goodbye before I change my mind
 So long goodbye, oh oh