"St.

Petersburg"

Go on, go on, lonely soul

To St. Petersburg
You are looking for home
Away from home

Pack your bags

Don't forget
Your blue sweater on the plane
You'll never find the same one again

Rest your head, on the space

Of your shoulders

I know your heart is lost

And all the words, they don't make sense
Your fingers crossed
Hoping you're a better man tomorrow
So you walk along

But don't be afraid to wonder

Try to get back that wander that you lost
And when you're done
I'll be waiting

Sail on, sail on, lonely soul

Down to Portugal
You are looking for space
To breathe your air
To breathe in

Call the ports, he's on his way

He's just running late
Bag's a little bit over weight
So he let it go

Rest your head on the space

Of your shoulders

I recognize your kind

I've met someone like you before
You're stuck in time
Hoping you're a better man tomorrow
 So you walk along

But don't be afraid to wonder

Try to get back that you wander you lost
And when you're done
I'll be waiting

Rest your head, rest your head

On the nook of my neck