More-And-More - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I've been thinking more and more
'Bout not living here much longer
'Cause the thought of life without you
Makes the leaving that much stronger
I won't need a moving van
'Cause there's no forwarding address
Just one oaken storage box
For me, I must confess
There's not much to pack
So the move will go really quick
There won't be any hassle
Or any mindless rhetoric
All worldly possessions
No longer have much meaning
I only have my ego
And it's taken quite a beating
So it's time to hit the road
There's just a few miles more to travel
I hope that I can endure
Before my thoughts unravel