Stephen Kellogg & The Sixers I Know Why
I'll miss you, I'll miss myself when I go away
And when I don't know anyone that's there,
that's when I'll know that I should stay
I carry with me a burgundy balloon
and a book about a seagull that transcends
Every time that I choose not to settle down,
it's like I'm running up a bill with a friend
He comes upstairs and asks me for some help,
I say 'Why don't you sit down
I'll lay the answer out in front of you
on condition that you turn it down.'
We never talk, we never hangout anymore,
some sort of social defense
The clever way I present my case,
a mending wall that's like a fence
I Know Why because I believe
The more perfect I become
The easier it is to leave
I could say 'fare thee well' and pass it off like I
don't care
Or we could meet up in St. Louis,
if both of us should happen to be there
I'm like a clown that isn't funny,
as I dance across your door
You're on the verge of something big,
I'm on the verge of something more
Just to leave, Just leave...eventually
I didn't think that you were serious,
it seemed a little bit obscene
Over a meal of blatant contradictions
it was a look I'd never seen
I'm headed west, I'm headed east,
I've got this carpool with the wind
Buy me a ticket to nowhere in particular,
when I get through with this loneliness
that's when I'll know I'm in
Or we could drive across the planet,
I'll navigate if you pay gas
A cast of questionable characters,
a troop of fools until the last
I hear there's still room on the roster,
so said the stranger with the double-sided coin
If there's room for two good people
I don't see why we shouldn't join
I know Why because I believe
The more perfect we become
The easier it is to leave
