Your world is rusting, it’s old it is decayed   Nothing helps delay it’s crumbling   Pack up your things and hide it all away   Travel to move away from these things   That are following you around, weighing you down       You built up a picture of how it should have been   Tuning it in until you are sure   Of all of the things you wish you wanted to need   Travel to find a need for these things   That are following you around, dragging you down       What’s the point, what’s the use   When you leave, when you move       You’re feeling restless, it’s hard to say why   Normal dulls you to try even less   At all of the things everyone else does   Go to get the dust off the things   That are following you around, pulling you down       What’s the point, what’s the use   When you leave, when you move, move away