Francis Larson - Fernweh

Stuck in this town
With nothing and no one around
Little prospect for love now
I got to burn these lonesome feelings down
Oh, burn them down
I know what they say is true
Gloom ain’t an attractive point of view
No one wants little boy blue
But I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do, so I
Blame the tramping, the nomad, the road
It’s easier to blame the road than admit I’m flawed
Easier to blame the journeys through foreign countries
Than fix all these glaring mistakes
I picked up along the way
Oh, but really now
They’re my mistakes
Hitchhiked my way to Voss
With a tent and a stranger
One last pair of socks
Second-hand curtains for blankets
We found in an abandoned box
Among indecipherable signs and sidewalks, I
I never felt lost
Now I’m constantly itching to go
To where and to whom I don’t know
Fernweh is status quo
Oh, I am yearning to blow this town, and
Blame the tramping, the nomad, the road
It’s easier to blame the road than admit I’m flawed
Easier to blame the journeys through foreign countries
Than fix all these glaring mistakes, I
Blame the tramping, the nomad, the road
It’s easier to blame the road than admit I’m flawed
Easier to blame the journeys through foreign countries
Than fix these mistakes
I picked up along the way
Oh
They’re my mistakes
Oh, but really now…

Written by:
Brett Larson

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