Two months abroad from France to Spain Counting the stops to Madrid In London I found no hollow ground To lay and rest my restless bones Someone explain what am to do with all these trips around the sun? If life’s not a game, love’s not a war What am I hear to do? Make no mistake I am on the mend Stitching the seams where they tear From hospital beds I sent my best “Stay exactly who you are” We collide like God and the stars We set fire to the sun With no end in sight With no goal in mind We will never be We will never be alone
