Got clean and started dreaming again
That's where she found me
Seems by accident
I can't remember meeting her
Or knowing her name
I can't remember deciding a refrain
It was raining on the mountain road
Talk went to how low you should wear your shirt
I said, "Do what you want
I just never understood
If you're with me, why show 'em off?"
You said, "It makes me more comfortable in the room
More confident, and I need that
It makes me less nervous"
And it was there I realized
I'd never heard this, outside
Oh, it took getting clean
Started dreaming again
Borrowed James' Martin
That's where the ideal found me
I look for her now in the terminal
In the travelers arriving far from home
As I wait for my brother
Her face was one not shared before
And those words were her own
Nothing I had thought before
I was dreaming sober
Created a new ideal
But no idea where to find her
Out here in the world
I'm looking in the terminal
I'm looking in the terminal