Moving

Every time it feels like a drag, I ask my love
Pack a couple months of clothes in the bag
Hey, that's enough
Put a little gas in the car, we're not going far
Park it underneath the old oak
Hey, there you go

When you go you never really go away

What's another word for confused that's not being used?
It's a feeling I can't describe, yet still I try
Every time it feels like a drag, I check my bag
If I ask my love to be true, that's what it will do

When you go you never really go away