My bags are packed and waiting by the door
There’s still some time to go out for one more
The crowd was heard and there’s no turning back
It’s gonna be hard and long goodbye

I’ll miss the lights, the smells and different sounds
I oughta escape before they lock us in
But I’m gonna stay until they kick us out

For forty days and forty nights I’ve roamed
Looking for a place I can call home
I’ve been to Rome I’ve been to Timbuktu
None of that was worth the sight of you

I’ll miss the lights, the smells and different sounds
I oughta escape before they lock us in
But I’m gonna stay until they kick us out

I’ll miss the Italian haven at Portobello Arcade
The Irish fiddlers at The Ship on a Tuesday after work
The bohemian flair at Jamboree and at the Troubadour
I’ll miss those things and a hundred more

I’ll miss the rush of blood and random thrill
When you spot a face you’ve never seen before
When you feel a click you’ve never felt before

Written by Harvey Springfield © 2018