The Suitcase Never Quite Unpacks

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I have lived in this town for a year and a day
And the suitcase still waits by the door
I have hung up my coat, I have learned the neighbours' names
But my heart keeps on wanting for more
There's a train in the distance that hums through the night
Like a question I cannot quite ask
I am not unhappy, I am only awake
With a feeling I cannot unmask

Something is calling, I don't know its name
Something beyond the last hill and the rain
I turn every page and I walk every floor
The suitcase never quite unpacks
I stand at the window, I stand at the door
And the suitcase never quite unpacks

I have counted the lamps on the street below
I have measured the length of the hall
I have opened the map and I've closed it again
Without choosing a place at all
There are birds on the wire turning south in the cold
And I envy the ease of their wings
I would follow the wind if I only knew where
Or what is the thing that it brings

Something is calling, I don't know its name
Something beyond the last hill and the rain
I turn every page and I walk every floor
The suitcase never quite unpacks
I stand at the window, I stand at the door
And the suitcase never quite unpacks

Maybe the leaving is not what I need
Maybe it's only the dream
Of a road that is open, a morning unwritten
Where nothing is yet what it seems

Something is calling, I don't know its name
Something beyond the last hill and the rain
I turn every page and I walk every floor
The suitcase never quite unpacks
I stand at the window, I stand at the door
And the suitcase never quite unpacks

Never quite unpacks
Never quite unpacks