What I know surrounds me

And I'm welcome in its grasp

My parents pack the truck to leave

I'm given to the grass

And I get a little anxious

Feel guilty though I'm not

What odds stacked against us

In a cardboard box

Got bad at changing passes

At least we're better off

100 times anew

So used to being scrambled

And ushered from the room

How is face on the table

When I'm wearing these tape shoes?

And I'm tired of getting over it

The foyer waves me through

And thеse floors so easy to forget

And wе've kept on the move

100 times anew