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.