If I'm what you're looking for, you're already there:

This little town sees an awful lot of winter, the snow's a damp disease it will not let me leave.

She's sailing summer seas and Lord knows that I miss her, I miss her coastlines begging for a breeze, so I'll take a holiday though my life is a vacation.

I'm headed state side, hoping for some heat. The California sun is surely my salvation.

The outside found me and it's eating me alive:

I like the peace in the backseat:

I am afraid of the changes that are surely about to come. I am afraid of the people that I will lose along the way.

I wish for some sort of way to slow things down, yet skip ahead.