I'm leaving the city
I'm skipping this town
If I don't put down my roots then they can never be torn from the ground
But in these certain times
It's good to know there is something that is mine
Cause I don't have a place to call my own
And I don't see a way to find one
I make so many plans that fall behind
Well I guess it's a sign of these certain times
(Where will you go?) I haven't decided
(Where will you stay if you're not staying here?)
They say that fortune favors the brave
(Then you've got nothing to fear.)
But in these certain times
It's good to know there is something that is mine
Cause I don't have a place to call my own
And I don't see a way to find one
I make so many plans that fall behind
Well I guess it's a sign of these certain times