You're in a car

A pale blue car

Under some sky

Some northern sky

The radio's on

Some music's playing

Fingers are moving

And your lips are singing

I'm a fool

I'm a fool

For even thinking

That's what you are

Still on the road

That's where I see you

Stop at a lay by

And lightly sleeping

The music's playing

So far away now

Your hands aren't moving

So what are they saying

I'm a fool

I'm a fool

For even thinking

That's what you are

You're moving out now

And talking to strangers

They're telling stories

Your eyes say it's easy

They're giving you reasons

To keep on going

Wheels keep on turning

Things keep on selling

And here's your jacket

And here's your cuff links

And here's some letters

And a hundred worthless things

You kept them unhidden

Maybe hoped we'd find them

They lie unopened

For no one to own them

I'm a fool

I'm a fool

I'm a fool

I'm a fool

For even thinking

For even thinking

For even thinking

For even thinking

That's what you are