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