All those places where I recall
The memories that grip me and pin me down
I go to these places pretending to think –
I can think of nothing, but anticipate
And somehow expect you'll find me there –
That by some miracle you'd be aware
I'd risen this morning determined to break
The spell of my longing, and not to think
I freed myself from my family, I freed myself from work
I freed myself, I freed myself, and remained alone…
And in my thinking steal you away –
Though you never wanted me anyway