Moving, keep moving, the tour never stops.
In the light of petrol stations and cheap corner shops
I have finally figured a list of the things that I´ve got,
And the things that I´m not.
I need you, I need you, I need you to care,
When I´m moving it´s soothing to know that you´re there,
And that when I get home I can breathe you like heady fresh air,
For as long as I dare.

Honey I´m sorry, but I´ve got my sea legs again.
If I stand on dry land for a minute, I feel sick and then
I have to start moving again.

From Glasgow to Moscow, from London to Lille,
Sat on the platform or next to the wheel,
I haven´t got space on this postcard to say how I feel,
But that was the deal.
I miss you, I miss you, but I don´t ask your help.
When I´m out on the road I look out for myself;
I look after my guitar, my clothes and my wallet, my health,
And nothing else.

You´re on my phone again, well,
What do you want me to say,
When I´m this far away?
And you don´t know where I am, well,
You´re not the only one.
I am lost and I´m gone away
(Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out)
And I don´t even know where you are
(Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out)
And I don´t even know who you are anymore.