Letra de Without Leaving

When I hit on love with nothing to back it up count me out of luck Forgive me if I don't get up Forgive me if I don't get up forgive me if my numbers don't show I'm always aiming to go Count me out I'm too naive for too long I've been absent without leaving I go missing out awkward scenes daydreaming with a vengeance supreme I think she knows, I think she knows "He's got a skullful or kerosene and shortcuts balanced on his neck overhead, a jet full of passengers slumbering in his ear she's weirder, weirder, weirder than at any other time she's got his chassis nuzzling a foggy bottom line"