Motion Sickness

There is nothing for which I am responsible.
Just this baggage that I keep carrying on as if
I had someone.

OK, maybe there is a woman somewhere who's still
thinking of me or a girl with coal black hair
who's haunted in her dreams.
But what they've seen, well, it wasn't me.
It was just some lie that they slept beside.
I kept this from them but I can't keep this from you.

So will you look for me in that strange, bright place.
Where the statues bloom in the park.
They don't need no rain.

Because how I ever got to you I have no idea.
It's like some secret door, well it just appeared.
So, no matter what I do from now on with my time.
you will always stay here in my mind. I am
certain of this and I am not certain of anything.

So I want to get myself attached to something bolted down,
So that these winds of circumstance won't keep blowing me around.
To when I land to when I leave there is enough time to sleep and sing.
I keep running when all I want is to lay motionless.