Suitcase

Living out of my round, round suitcase
I never know which place to call my home
I don't think it's strange in my case

I close my eyes, to forget where I am
In every house that I go
I'm a different man
Sick of the question, so what's the plan?
Here I am, happy as I am
Happy as I am

You don't know the dreams that I changed
It's hard when it's not set in stone
Struggling to live at your pace

I've watched you change, you're never the same
I pray there's hope past the trees, through the same old frame
I will grow old and in with the new
'Cos it's so true, I'm over you
Mr View

So over you, so over you

My group of three
You know me so well
Am I bored? I think you can tell