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I'm traveling in some vehicle |
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I'm sitting in some cafe |
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A defector from these petty wars |
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That shell shock love away |
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There's comfort in melancholy |
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When there's no need to explain |
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It's just as natural as the weather |
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In this moody sky today |
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In our possessive coupling |
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So much cannot be expressed |
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So now I'm returning to myself |
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These things that you and I suppressed |
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I see something of myself in everyone |
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Right at this moment of the world |
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As snow gathers like bolts of lace |
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Waltzing on a bridal girl |
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You know it never has been easy |
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Whether you do or you do not resign |
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Whether you travel the breadth of extremities |
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Or you stick to some straighter line |
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Look here's a man and a woman sittin' on a rock |
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They're either going to thaw out or freeze |
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Listen, sounds like Benny Goodman |
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Floating through the snowy trees |
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I'm porous with travel fever |
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But I'm so glad to be on my own |
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Still the slightest touch of a stranger |
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Sets up a trembling in my bones |
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But I know, no one's going to show me everything |
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We come and go unknown |
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Each so deep and so superficial |
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Between the forceps and the stone |
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I looked at the granite markers |
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Those tribute to finality, to eternity |
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And I looked at myself here |
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Chicken scratching for a peice of immortality |
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In the church they light the candles |
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And the wax rolls down like tears |
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There is the hope and the hopelessness |
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I've witnessed all these years |
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We're only particles of change I know |
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We're just orbiting around the sun |
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But how can I have that point of view |
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When I'm bound and tied to someone? |
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White flags of winter chimneys |
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Waving truce against the moon |
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In the mirrors of a modern bank |
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From the window of my hotel room |
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I'm traveling in some vehicle |
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I'm sitting in some cafe |
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A defector from the petty wars |
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Until love sucks me back that way |
