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...
