Bags from wakeup call by Talking Kote

I'm sailing out the harbor
A week from tomorrow
To a state not too far away
Where grass is brighter green
And I'm new to the scene
Nobody will even know my name

I'll pack my bags, head to that town
Take things slow, finally settle down
And maybe someday you'll see me around
If this is lost, I don't want to be found

That ship is coming in
Freedom on the wind
Got my luggage in both of my arms
Just about to leave
To the place where I can be
Free from any kind of harm

I've packed my bags, head to that town
Take things slow, finally settle down
And maybe someday you'll see me around
If this is lost, I don't want to be found

I'm sailing out the harbor
A week from tomorrow
To a state not too far away
Where grass is brighter green
And I'm new to the scene
Nobody will even know my name

I've packed my bags, head to that town
Take things slow, finally settle down
And maybe someday you'll see me around
If this is lost, I don't want to be found

• Rock
• experimental
• fabloo
• folk
• weird
• Maine