Letras: The Early November. From Here To LA.

For the record I?m tired
I?ve been running for days
But I can?t hide anymore
It's time to just settle here

The rain beats on my head
And I?m tired and cold
But I need shelter and sleep
so I can dream of a day when I return and I?m so bitter to you

I bet you left me out here
Along with the wolfs
But I have a book on skills
To survive in the woods

Winters right around the bend and I?m scared
I?m planning for a storm that will blow the roof and doors of home
From here to LA
From here to LA

Should i fallow you here
But I don?t know you like that
Should I give you my keys
And see if you will come back
This time