My body is buzzing with the weight of the road
And I can't give you anything, my eyes are closed
'Cause I can't bear to see another tree flyin past the window

My mixed-up mind has a list of victims
Do you know when I need to be coddled like a child
And when I need to be ignored?

We can do better than this cheap motel
But somehow here, I feel the most like myself
My fingertips are strangers on your face
You ask what is the matter
I can't say it

It is neither quick nor does it come as a surprise
Love is something you realize
And it goes on thick and vulnerable as ice

It's been called a fire, so you go on and tend it
With the restraint of a choir, you feed and you fan it
Don't get too comfortable

It is tough, babe, to want so much, babe
Can't say still, son, can't stay gone, love
Is my home in me? Is my home in you?

My fingertips are strangers on your face
You ask what is the matter
I can't say it