Packin’ My Bags Again

It was quiet that day
Didn't have any music on
Sleeping in till 9
The alarm turned off
Took my sweetest time
Comfy clothes stayed on
In the car we piled
To the plane we're gone

It's swingin' me around
But I just gotta go with it
By the time it comes around
I'll be packin' my bags again
Since it's on my mind
I'll take a hit and just hold it in
By the time it's blowing out
I'll be packin' my bags again

Well it's been another day
Feels like a week's gone by
Dry coffee 12 miles in the air
Somewhere with sleepless eyes
You could say "we're living the dream"
And the dream is always full of surprise
Same roads, same plane, same show, same game
Be home the next day, gone the very next night

Swingin' me around
But I just gotta go with it
By the time it comes around
I'll be packin' my bags again
Since it's on my mind
I'll take a hit and just hold it in
By the time it's blowing out
I'll be packin' my bags again

Yes I'll be packin' my bags again
Since it's on my mind
I'll take a hit and just hold it in
By the time it's blowing out
I'll be packin' my bags again
Yes I'll be packin' my bags again