One Woman Band by Phoebe Garratt

Now I'm packing my suitcase, again.
Put the key through the letterbox, thanks for having me, friend.
But now I'm onward bound
And the train rolls its familiar sound
On the overground.

I gotta change at Liverpool Street
The Elizabeth Line takes me to Terminal 3
And I'm good at goodbyes
Cos I've said that word so many times
Yeah, I've said that word so many times.

I'm a master of departure, I go my own way
Another place, another face in the airport cafe
Everything impermanent, like a one night stand
A melody I'm singing, unmanned

Like a one woman band
Like a one woman band
Like a one woman band
A one woman band

I arrive to a crowded place
I'm resisting the wishing for one familiar face
So I'm playing the part
Of a poem I'm knowing by heart
If I'm going, then going's my art

And I picture you sipping your beer
In a bar somewhere far in the opposite hemisphere
And your lows and your highs
Are under the stars of another sky
Yeah, the stars of another sky.

I'm a master of departure, I go my own way
Though honestly, sometimes I really wish I could stay
If you imagined I abandoned you, I'm sorry, my man
But it's not safe to chase a long term plan

With a one woman band
With a one woman band
With a one woman band
A one woman band