I'm gonna hop on that train today I got nowhere to go but no reason to stay In four years I've traveled a hundred and sixty thousand miles And the wind keeps pulling me out
Maybe I go because I'm chasing something Maybe I go because something is chasing me Maybe I leave because I've yet to find someone To look me in the face... And say
Stick Around I want you next to me Stick Around There ain't no reason for leaving The road's been hard boy but I'll never bring you down Stick Around
Postcards and Road maps Empty alleyways, cigarettes Five miles till my next exit Then I'll be singing to a room of strangers
I miss my family I miss my brother I wonder if his son is ever gonna know me I wonder if I'll have a son I could call my own I wish someone would hold me down and say
Stick Around At least occasionally Stick Around There ain't no reason for leaving This life's too good boy and I think you're missing out Stick Around
So I'm gonna hop on that train today I got nowhere to go but no reason to stay In four years I've traveled a hundred and sixty thousand miles Maybe one day...