Thirty-five plums, squishing under my feet, I'm not telling anyone.
When I'm asleep, who's looking after me? I could be traveling anywhere.
I woke up in jeans
With photos from Greece
And a postcard from myself to me.
I'm hot, I'm so dry
Wandering the Sudan desert with
Vultures squawking, "Hi"
I woke up, my legs were sore
Been jumping off the Eiffel Tower away from her.
"Stop that plane!"
Please let me take an empty seat,
I've got my ticket right here
Although, I'm not sure for where.
I just got these plums for a carry on
And it's only me on this runway,
I see no one else on this runway, run away.
Tonight, where will I be?
Maybe for a swim, this cold sweat
Smells like the sea
Drove all night, Turnpike receipt in hand
A thousand dollars from home to Rome
Then back again.
Thirty-five plums, squishing under my feet, I'm going to tell everyone.
When I'm asleep, don't go after me, I'll be traveling everywhere.
