Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
I get tongue-tied
And you told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Well jump on, enjoy, and gorge away
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've never known what's good for me.
you were always
as far as mongolia, as close as my clothes
your presence pervading, but it still never shows
as close as the answer I never quite know, or can't quite remember
your distance insidious, as soft as a blow
your shadow is with me wherever I go
it's on the tip of my tongue, but still I never quite know, or can't quite remember
and if I'd known that you weren't so far away
that you were never that far away
I could've rode this train smiling.