the town of no return

what made me go this far

the calling of the wild

the wanderlust

the pride

i left myself so vulnerable

no way that i could turn back now

from the town of no return



my intentions far too clear

didn't think i'd end up here

in a place with only one main street

and an empty chair

at the table

where i eat

this town of no return



it's no good knowing

that feelings have changed

when no one around you understands

you isolate yourself



it's no good explaining

time and again

when the language you speak

is not in local use



so i'll saddle my horse

when there's change in the air

and head for the tree-lined hills

my stay of execution must be nearly up

in the town of no return



and maybe

i can now move on

somewhere