Sea Legs

Moving, keep moving, the tour never stops
In the light of petrol stations and cheap corner shops
I have finally figured a list of the things that I’ve got
And the things that I’m not
I need you, I need you, I need you to care
When I’m moving it’s soothing to know that you’re there
And that when I get home I can breathe you like heady fresh air
For as long as I dare
Honey I’m sorry, but I’ve got my sea legs again
If I stand on dry land for a minute, I feel sick and then
I have to start moving again
From Glasgow to Moscow, from London to Lille
Sat on the platform or next to the wheel
I haven’t got space on this postcard to say how I feel
But that was the deal
I miss you, I miss you, but I don’t ask your help
When I’m out on the road I look out for myself
I look after my guitar, my clothes and my wallet, my health
And nothing else
You’re on my phone again, well
What do you want me to say
When I’m this far away?
And you don’t know where I am, well
You’re not the only one
I am lost and I’m gone away
(Oh darling thou pluckest me out)
And I don’t even know where you are
(Oh darling thou pluckest me out)
And I don’t even know who you are anymore