There's a place I know of in the western state

Lost to any map that you can find

Streets are made of cobble getting older

Houses fade like coal after a fire

I don't know where I'm going

Somewhere I don't need to have a plan

I don't know who I'm fighting now

Anyone who falls across my hand

Say no more, I'm gone

And who is emptier than who?

Still you're waiting there against the black

Just to see me coming back

But I don't think I'm likely to do that

I'm gonna be so different if you find me

You wont even realise I'm your man

Slow and sure the coast will redefine me

Turn me into sycamore and sand

I don't know where I'm going

Somewhere where the water meets the land

I don't know why your troubling now

Nobody can change who I now am

Say no more, I'm gone

And who is emptier than who?

still you're waiting there against the black

Just to see me coming back

But I don't think I'm likely to do that

No I don't think I'm likely to do that