How can you say something new about being alone Tell somebody you´re a loner? Right away they think you´re lonely It´s not the same thing, you know It´s not wanting to put all your marbles in one pocket
And that´s caring enough not to care too much Mostly, I guess it´s letting yourself come first for a while
One day, I´m gonna find me an island, a think place Go there with a mess of records and a ukalele Just sit strumming, I might even do some thinking About the women and the towns that I left behind