If there's no place to park your car
You've gotta keep moving.
So I drove to Wyoming
At least in my head.
Nightshade across my face,
Rain falling down.
No trickling of thoughts as I'm skipping town.
Except you.
The girl made of daisies.
Those locks that locked me in
Like a daisy-chain
Maybe I need sleep
But I've got no place to rest my brain
And I'm halfway to Wyoming
At least in my head
I'm being pulled
By a thread.
And I've got no reason for leaving
I'm just deceiving myself
And there's no point in teasing ideas of finding someone else
And maybe I can put my feelings back on top of the shelf
But I'm afraid they'll fall back down.
But I'm afraid they'll fall back down.
But I'm afraid they'll fall back down.