Wandering

Fall asleep in a comfort of nest
The room is yellow and the windows are deadest white
I smell the ghost of your dinner
And the space heat is going like a miniature gate to
Hell
I hear the dogs as I dress myself
And pin the letter on the back of a paper plate
Tells you that I’m gone now
And I’m sorry if I don’t make it back
Well, I know it’s a good life
Yeah, I know it’s a good life
But I gotta keep moving
I was made to keep moving
And I know it’s a long shot
It was always a long shot
But I’m trusting my aim now
Yeah, I’m trusting my aim
And I know it’s a good life
Yeah, I know it’s a good life
But I gotta keep moving
I gotta stay on my aim
I had a dream but I called it a plan
A string of hopes that I figured would serve me well
Sometimes delusions made a comfort you want them to be
Now I’m broke and my luck’s run out
My new acquaintances will never be someone to trust
My house is now a graveyard
And it’s hard to fall asleep with no one watching your
Back
Well, you’ve got my name
But it’s all the same
I don’t need much and you can have it all
And it’s in my heart
For another star
To help my face but I shoulder it all
Now the price is a big one
But I’m having a good life
Yeah, I’m having a good life
But I had to keep moving
Oh, I was made to keep moving
And I know that I’m messed up
Yeah, I know that I’m messed up
But I still gotta keep moving
Yeah, I still gotta move