With all their words still inside me

I have no idea what I should say

I watch you sleeping through the window

And say goodbye when I'm on my tired way.

And now I'm lost, and I'm divided

A civil war inside my head

I don't know why you still haunt me

I only know your ghost will follow me to bed.

But in the sky I see roads

And I know I've got and go and chase 'em

My legs, they never sit still

Not even in rest

And I know I will pine for peace

But I won't stop even if I find it

Yeah, that's the problem with me.

And so I sit like a child

At the foot of frippery

I tip my hat and say the things they like to hear

Then I go rearrange the things that I believe.

And in the sky I see roads

And I know I've got and go and chase 'em

My legs, they never sit still

Not even in rest

And I know I will pine for peace

But I won't stop even if I find it

Oh, that's the problem with me.