Here's one from the heart, Darling:
can't live here no more
my eyes are on the ceiling
but my head's out that door.
And it's wandering around
a room over or so
and if I just lay here
it won't know where to go.
I've gotta go
I've gotta go
I'll find that better place
and I'll call it my home.
Or I'll wander and wander
just won't wonder alone.
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