I woke up in New York City from my sleep behind the wheel. Caught a train to Poughkeepsie. And time stood still. She wrote me a letter from San Diego to qualify her luck. These flights connect through Arizona,but I think I’ll stay stuck. But I think I’ll stay stuck. So here I am...
Here I Am
Well I woke up in a car. I traced away the fog so I could see the Mississippi on her knees. I’ve never been so lost. I’ve never felt so much at home. Please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car
I met a girl who kept tattoos for homes that she had loved. If I were her, I’d paint my body ‘till all my skin was gone. |She.wrote.me.a.letter.as.we.passed.though.Rockford| She said she won’t forget. Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But I know I haven’t yet, so here I am.
Here I Am
A n d m a y b e I c o u l d l i v e f o r e v e r
If not ever I had known, that you’d be waiting there whenever I am all alone, but here I am.