I think this place is swell. There's much familiar here. I get my laundry done. I haven't gotten phone calls in years. . When I'm feelin' tired. I can turn off all the lights.
I can't stop staring at myself. My face reflected in this empty plate. I can't decide if it's the devil. Or if it's just something I ate. . 'Cause he's been down there all morning.
So many miles behind. Still, I drive with the pedal down. I was off the map hours back. It's beneath the seat, I think. It's with two pennies and a match.
I'm in love I've never been so sure of anything. But then again it could be a tumor in my brain. Tricking me into thinking that we were meant to be. Either way I'm about to shock my family.
Well, it looks like five thousand miles broke the camel's back. But it's not as though I had a plan to win you back. Because I don't know what I want.
All creation moves in a cosmic danse. Before the Lord her King. And the rhythms, the reason, the rhyme of the danse. Pulses within everything. And the universe wheels and whirls like a dervish.
When I'm cold and alone all I want. Is my freedom, a sudden gust of gravity. I stop wailing and kicking just to let. This water cover me, cover me. . Only if I rest my arms, rest my mind.
Thank God I'm back in my car, and drivin' home and drivin' home. 'Cause the air was thin and so cold back in there. It was my first time, won't be my last time.
So I'm walking down the street somewhere outside of San Francisco. And I don't really know my way around. And I'd love to stay a day or two and get into some trouble.