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