As I left her lying there in the bed where I sleep Lying like an empty balloon in the quiet of fleeting dreams There's a funny thing about movin' around And always having to leave I know just where I'm going to, not where I'm gonna be ♪ Will she meet me there, will I even care when time has numbed us both Sitting in a six-hour flight who knows where your thoughts will go There's a funny thing about leaving town Surrounded but dead alone There's plenty of time inside your mind but no way to let her know ♪ You know I like listening to real sad songs I force my ears to admit that there's something wrong From the private of my elbow room I request an apple juice And convince myself that my home will never change ♪ As the lights of New York bring popping to my ears I've begun to like my seat belt and my knees upon my chest There's comfort in the side of a stranger's face Yes there's closure in her kiss I cannot taste There is fear for the bonds I cannot break