Who can I wait for to bring me back to it
You're not where I left you, and who'll keep track of it
It all comes running, and it don't stop feeling the same
Calendar pieces in my teeth and I'm feeling the same
And I'll be all right as long as I stop trying to tame
So lock your arms in mine when it's feeling the same
And if I wait for a hometown
To track me down by the scent of what's been left
Then I'll never see I'm not moored down
I'm an airship filled with a personal nation's breath
The rope on my ankle, I felt the slack of it
Kept trying to tie knots around the lack of it
It all comes running, and it don't stop feeling the same
Calendar pieces in my teeth and I'm feeling the same
And I'll be all right as long as I stop trying to tame
So I'll pace your breath when the weather starts spinning the vane
And if I wait for a hometown
To track me down by the scent of what's been left
Then I'll never see I'm not moored down
I'm an airship filled with a personal nation's breath