Ice-age heat wave, can´t complain. If the world´s at large, why should I remain? Walked away to another plan. Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand. I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way. Went to the porch to have a thought. Got to the door and again, I couldn´t stop. You don´t know where and you don´t know when. But you still got your words and you got your friends. Walk along to another day. Work a little harder, work another way. Well uh-uh baby I ain´t got no plan. We´ll float on maybe would you understand? Gonna float on maybe would you understand? Well float on maybe would you understand? The days get shorter and the nights get cold. I like the autumn but this place is getting old. I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast. It might not be a lot but I feel like I´m making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green. I guess it´s not surprising but it´s spring and I should leave. I like songs about drifters - books about the same. They both seem to make me feel a little less insane. Walked on off to another spot. I still haven´t gotten anywhere that I want. Did I want love? Did I need to know? Why does it always feel like I´m caught in an undertow? The moths beat themselves to death against the lights. Adding their breeze to the summer nights. Outside, water like air was great. I didn´t know what I had that day. Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn´t understand. I know that starting over is not what life´s about. But my thoughts were so loud I couldn´t hear my mouth. My thoughts were so loud I couldn´t hear my mouth. My thoughts were so loud.