Suitcase

I've got a little suitcase that I'm stuffing full 
I'm gonna leave everything that is comfortable 
Because the bags I bring just clutter up 
The place I've been since I was young 

And at the crossroads 
You're my ticket home 

You know I took the first plane that I could find 
Just to see how much I'd leave behind 
No matter how much I scatter 
You're with me 
And in my youth sometimes I'm tempted 
Just to flee 
I know I've got some growing left to do 
But I want to keep growing up with you 

And at the crossroads 
You're my ticket home 

I've still got baggage 
And it's circling around that baggage carousel 
When my comes around 
I just pull it down and go 
The things I bring with me are not my home 

And at the crossroads 
You're my ticket home