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