Empty house to match my spirit

Loaded up, the west is calling me

It's time to leave

Foot of bed, I can't stop crying

Head in my hands, question all I see

You're there for me

Time has passed, orientation

By myself, I sent you far back home

I feel alone

Cluttered room to match my spirit

(Don't wait in despair, don't wait in despair, don't wait in despair)

All unpacked, the salt is in the air

(Don't wait in despair, don't wait in despair, don't wait in despair)

Don't wait in despair for it to run out