Empty days and painful heart
mark these days of being apart
from all things in my comfort-zone
now I am, once more, alone.

As clichés rattle round my mind
I mourn for what I’ve left behind.
My nights are long and full of woe
It’s easy to plan but hard to go.

Tomorrows are an open road
for which I have no highway code.
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to stay
whilst yesterdays still get in the way.