Sea Legs

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