Thinking Of A Place

At eleven in the morning

The alarm clock is alarming

I get up to meet the day

I'm thinking of a place

At eleven in the evening

Tell myself that I'll be reading

But my mind's in outer space

'Cause I'm thinking of a place

I'm thinking of a place, yeah

Some kind of meditative state

Something I can hang my hat on

I've just been fighting for so long

Out on the edges of my mind

I see a different kind of kind

It takes some focus, takes some time

Well, all I ever wanna do

Is feel a little bit like you

But all I ever am is me

I don't know who that's supposed to be

'Cause I was thinking of a man

But that's not really what I am

Sometimes I feel so sad and small

I don't know what that is at all

So I'm thinking of a place, yeah

Where I can disassociate

Some peace of mind and some escape

Where I can disappear for days and days

Out on the edges of the margins

Where love is cheap and faith's a bargain

I'm thinking of a place

A little while after midnight

I'm sitting at a stoplight

When it changes, I don't care

I'm not going anywhere