Barcelona, Cartagena, Anywhere

Barcelona We always said we’d go to Barcelona Spanish wine and Spanish beaches Out of reach cuz everything I say is wrong now. Empty pages Emptier than me, in a passport Broken spines and dog-eared cities Travel guides that line the walls. We’ll never see the Taj Mahal. Now that it’s over. Now that it’s over I’d give the world to go To Cartegena. Charter me a boat to Alaska. I see London, I see France But I won’t ever get to dance with you again now. What to stop me, What’s to keep me Tethered to this broken city? Pack my bag and fill these pages. Wander off for ages. Now that it’s over. Now that it’s over. I’d give the world to let you go And go To Barcelona, Cartagena, Anywhere... Why didn’t we fly away when we had the chance to go? Why didn’t we fly away? Now I’m flying solo. Why didn’t we fly away when we had the chance go to? Why didn’t we fly? Oh why didn’t we fly? Oh why didn’t we fly? Now I’m flying solo Everywhere.