Wandering

Fall asleep in a comforter nest.
The room is yellow, and the windows are dentist white.
I smell the ghost of your dinner.
And the space heater's glowing like a miniature gate to hell.
I hear the dogs as I dress myself.

And pen a letter on the back of a paper plate.
It 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. Gotta stay on the move.

I had a dream but I called it a plan.
A string of hopes that I figured would serve me well.
But then the dream turned sour.
Sometimes delusions ain't the 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.
The house is now a graveyard.
And it's hard to fall asleep with no one watching your back.

Well, you got my name. Now it's all the same.
It don't mean much, but you can have it all.
And I sold my heart for another start.
I had my fix but I shouldered it off.
And now the price is a big one.

Well, I had me a good life.
Yeah, I had me a good life.
But I had to keep moving. I was made to keep moving.
And I know that I messed up. Yeah, I know that I messed up.

But I still gotta keep moving. Yeah, I still gotta move.
And oh, my mind is made up, and I'm no different now.
But I follow the questions, because I'm bored with the answers.
I'm bored with the answers.

Sure, I miss a lot. And I'm no better off.
But sitting idle ain't a thing I was built for.
I gotta keep moving. I gotta stay on the move.
I gotta...