text: Im traveling in some vehicle
  I’m sitting in some cafe
  A defector from the petty wars
  That shell shock love away
  Theres comfort in melancholy
  When theres no need to explain
  It’s just as natural as the weather
  In this moody sky today
  In our possessive coupling
  So much could not be expressed
  So now Im returning to myself
  These things that you and I suppressed
  I see something of myself in everyone
  Just at this moment of the world
  As snow gathers like bolts of lace
  Waltzing on a ballroom girl
  You know it never has been easy
  Whether you do or you do not resign
  Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
  Or stick to some straighter line
  Now heres a man and a woman sitting on a rock
  Theyre either going to thaw out or freeze
  Listen
  Strains of Benny Goodman
  Coming through the snow and the pinewood trees
  Im porous with travel fever
  But you know Im so glad to be on my own
  Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
  Can set up trembling in my bones
  I know no ones going to show me everything
  We all come and go unknown
  Each so deep and superficial
  Between the forceps and the stone
  Well I looked at the granite markers
  Those tribute to finality to eternity
  And then I looked at myself here
  Chicken scratching for my immortality
  In the church they light the candles
  And the wax rolls down like tears
  Theres the hope and the hopelessness
  I’ve witnessed thirty years
  We’re only particles of change I know I know
  Orbiting around the sun
  But how can I have that point of view
  When Im always bound and tied to someone
  White flags of winter chimneys
  Waving truce against the moon
  In the mirrors of a modern bank
  From the window of a hotel room
  I’m traveling in some vehicle
  Im sitting in some cafe
  A defector from the petty wars
  Until love sucks me back that way