[00:00.000] 作词 : William Gold[00:01.000] 作曲 : William Gold[00:26.938]The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form[00:30.937]Adorned with patches of places you've been[00:34.438]Is nothing on my khaki coat that I got[00:38.438]From a roadside when I was sixteen[00:42.689]My boots are from airports[00:44.688]My backpack's from friends[00:46.689]I'm not a man of substance and so I'll pretend[00:50.438]To be a wanderer, wandering[00:52.688]Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins[01:08.939]The roads are my home as horizon's my target[01:12.688]If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it[01:16.937]Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it[01:20.939]Burn out, don't fight it and try to move on[01:24.689]It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna[01:28.689]A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face[01:32.688]I'll pick up my hiking boots when i am ready[01:36.688]And i'll put down my roots when I'm dead[01:43.438]The distance is futile[01:47.688]Come on, don't be hasty[01:49.938]You'll get that feeling deep inside your bones[01:58.937]I'll be gone then when you must be alone