(verse)
I don't know the difference between sacred and profane
I don't always see the beauty of rain
I know you're leaving on a morning train
And the ticket you are holding is one you can exchange
(chorus)
There's a hundred thousand miles between here and everywhere
And a thousand ribbon scars that just won't fade
And maybe you will find me wandering out there
Looking for a ticket to trade
(verse)
I don't know what happened to the man you used to know
And I don't know of anywhere I can call home
If there's a reason for staying, it is lost upon the wind
With the way the weather's breaking, it won't be here again
(chorus)
There's a pocket full of reasons, I will give to you
And a thousand little hopes that won't fade
That maybe you will find me wandering out there
Looking for a ticket to trade
