I'm travelling not running I don't like it here >From cracks in the pavement Faces appear I'm sleeping not coming Fantasy's far If you don't want to get there Stay where you are
Sometimes I feel, just a little bit older Sometimes I feel, for you
I could have been, anything for you I could have been old I could have been blue We could have been two But I'll make it clear All of this for you But I wasn't here I'm travelling not running I don't like it here The crime that I touched you Was paid for in fear I'm sleeping not coming How much can you see How much do you know Of the places I'll be