Paper Chasing
You can go where you want to go, there's no need to wait for me.
I can cry to you on the phone saying you must let me be,
I can smile as I make my plans and think of all the places I'll see,
As I try too hard to meet someone who'll set this spirit free.
But how can this be? How can this be?
Here I am in different guises trying to hide from you,
As I dream of a distant place I'm trying to get to,
Being someone else today is all I want to do,
I want to set this spirit free and be wholesome through and through.
But how can this be? How can this be?
I can walk down roads that lead far and deep into the night,
I can talk in tongues and still make sense while others all talk shite.
Getting there is so hard to do but you'll make it alright.
But how can this be? How can this be?