The time has come for me to start packing   I’m folding the shores of my life into valises   I can’t stand this desert heat no more   I’m going away, I’m going away      I’ve waited to long to catch your signal   I counted the numbers, the letters, the days   Something tells me you’re, you’re not coming   I’ve got to go away, I’m going away      Now I’m writing you a letter and I’m making it long   Now I’m breathing, and I’m bleeding, and the pages are torn   Now I’m writing you to tell you I may go missing and lost   The sand covers my face      My mama say life is for living   If you’re unhappy honey go out and reinvent   The desert is good, the desert is dark   I’ve got to go away, Said I’m going away      Now I’m writing you a letter and I’m making it long   Now I’m breathing, and I’m bleading, and the pages are torn   Now I’m writing you to tell you I may go missing and lost   The sand covers my face      The sand covers my face