Moving out
At last
Because I can and want to and may
And a little bit I have to
Get away from my mother
From Fulda Cathedral, which forbids so much
From the bus-free Sundays
And the far-too-familiar faces
That have all undressed me some time
Moving on
With you, to you
But first of all with me
To find new buses, to miss them
Then leave it and loathe it
It stinks, you are too noisy and you want too much
Yet you don’t need me, and when
I’m in-between again, you don’t miss me one bit
Moving in
To you, to all of you
Move to me
I feel almost good till I want to move out again
Want to change myself
And want to get involved again
