There is nothing for which I am responsible- just this baggage that I keep carrying on- As if I had someone- OK, maybe there is a man somewhere- who is still thinking of me- or a boy with coal black hair- who..s haunted in his dreams- but what tey..ve seen, well, it wasn..t me- it was just some lie that they slept beside- I kept this from them- but I can..t keep this from you- So will you look for me- in that strange, bright place- where the statues bloom in the park- they don..t need no rain- because how I ever got to you- I have no idea- It..s like some secret door- well, it just appeared- so, no matter what I do from now on with my time- you will always stay here in my mind- I am certain of this- and I am not certain of anything at all- so I want to get myself attached- to something bolted down- to keep these winds of circumstance- from blowing me around- from when I land to when I leave- there is enough time to sleep and sing- I keep running around when all I want is to lay motionless...
