Fly Away Thing

I've been thinking a lot lately. It's got me all tangled up inside,
As this thinking has blown me from place to place.
I can see dark roads twisting through starlight calling me away home.
We were sailors loosed on ribbons of asphalt, not worried about such mundane things as the money to pay for gas,
As we weaved our way along.
Each deep breath carries the smell of coffee and burning nicotine and acts as some kind of
Balm.
And I’m so tangled up inside I barely make sense to myself, and
I know the context of the message.
Every time I think I’ve left those days behind they sneak back up on me and
Give me back a piece of myself.