I'm a vagabond to a part of myself that I should really forget
I wrote a poem of a fool I loved
Is bleaching us in this photograph
Burns the paper that it's printed on
That picture doesn't exist
Oh, the record without any help will pick the needle up
And using the phone isn't good enough
Oh, the safety lies in your safety net
Can't you see there made if me?
Like a stranger caught in the way
Because she's the one you want
But you never try hard enough