"WELCOMING ACT"

Driving somewhere just to a far away place, stuck inside a thought of home
and a welcoming act with friends, drinking, eating, laughing then I'm done
I'm living to ride, a new road down all the way, but why do I always end up
at home, have I got a disease that gets me when I'm gone?
Everybody seems a stranger in danger of something that just might not be
larger, still they need to feel stronger somehow.

But I just thought it be good to know, what places you've seen, all the things
you've caught, and all the places you want to end up.

But I'm still lost in a thought of a welcoming act between friends and those
that might be fiends, I still don't know what she intends.

Driving out there, to an opened up space, stuck inside a stuffed cardboard box
longing for a cold, and an old welcoming place.
I'm breathing to find, a new air on my way up, but I always end up gasping
for the smoke filled air of my place up north.
Everybody seems a stranger in danger of something that just might not be
larger, still I feel can be stronger with you somehow.

She's making me think about her too much. : )