Stick Around - David Ramírez

I’m gonna hop on that train today

I got nowhere to go but no reason to stay

In four years I’ve traveled a hundred and sixty thousand miles

And the wind keeps pulling me out

Maybe I go because I’m chasing something

Maybe I go because something is chasing me

Maybe I leave because I’ve yet to find someone

To look me in the face…

And say

Stick Around

I want you next to me

Stick Around

There ain’t no reason for leaving

The road’s been hard boy but I’ll never bring you down

Stick Around

Postcards and Road maps

Empty alleyways, cigarettes

Five miles till my next exit

Then I’ll be singing to a room of strangers

I miss my family

I miss my brother

I wonder if his son is ever gonna know me

I wonder if I’ll have a son I could call my own

I wish someone would hold me down and say

Stick Around

At least occasionally

Stick Around

There ain’t no reason for leaving

This life’s too good boy and I think you’re missing out

Stick Around

So I’m gonna hop on that train today

I got nowhere to go but no reason to stay

In four years I’ve traveled a hundred and sixty thousand miles

Maybe one day…

I’ll stick around