Sell all my things

This is a song by Rosie Thomas, off her album 'Only with laughter can you win'. It's not necessarily a sentiment I share any longer, but definitely something that I can identify with from one time in my life. To listen to this song for free, look it up on Grooveshark or Spotify (it's perrrttyyy).

In a little while I'll feel better 
Gonna travel around the world 
Gonna see it all... 

Gonna go to Paris, maybe Rome 
But I'll feel better miles away from home, 
Gotta figure some things out... 


So sell all my things, I'm not coming home... 
There's nothing there to keep me there... 
Just heartache and panic and worries and things that'll bring me down 
My head feels much clearer being here 


In a little while I'll feel better 
Gonna spill my heart to every stranger in every town 
I'll visit castles in Ireland, have some fella play the violin and play a song for me... 


So sell all my things, I'm not coming home... 
There's nothing there to keep me there... 
Just heartache and panic and worries and things that'll bring me down 
My head feels much clearer being here