I read there was a passenger who thought he was a messenger he wore a read flower on his coat
He claimed that he spoke god& apos; s word channelled from a falcon bird that flew in from the storm long ago
And he did not cry when he spoke of love and death and all that& apos; s broke I think he drove an ambulance by day
But did he dream of tragedy or sing his songs in a gospel key did he think a flood would come to wash away
I don& apos; t know
I don& apos; t know
I don& apos; t know at all
It seems to be there& apos; s a piece of me that yearns to travel overseas I think I& apos; ll head to Paris in the fall
And find myself a pretty girl who& apos; s travelled all around the world I& apos; ll be sure and send a postcard from the road
We& apos; ll head to Turkey where the minorettes are lined up just like cigarettes or maybe to a farm outside of Rome
But will she have a wanderlust or eyes pure enough for me to trust well if I don& apos; t leave home I& apos; ll never know
I don& apos; t know
I don& apos; t know
I don& apos; t know at all
Well if I was headed your way and the sky it was turnin& apos; grey would you send me a sign just to let me know
And if Romeo and Juliet never died cause they never met would they have found another soul or died alone
I don& apos; t know
I don& apos; t know
I don& apos; t know at all