Disappear Parachute

Take the phone
It's out there all alone
Left it on the table where it was
Keep the car
The keys are in the front
It's out there on the street right where I parked

And I know I don't know much
But I know that a man feels many things
It's a fleeting urge to run
Like a bird flying by on a summer breeze
Like the sound of a train if you're listening
It just fades in
Then it disappears

Mark the map
Pack a couple bags
Dream myself a ticket, don't come back

And I know I don't know much
But I know that a man feels many things
It's a fleeting urge to run
Like a bird flying by on a summer breeze
Like the sound of a train if you're listening
It just fades in
Then it disappears