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'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'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't know
I don't know
I don't know at all

It seems to be there's a piece of me that yearns to travel overseas I think I'll head to Paris in the fall
and find myself a pretty girl who's travelled all around the world I'll be sure and send a postcard from the road

We'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't leave home I'll never know

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know at all

Well if I was headed your way and the sky it was turnin' 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't know
I don't know
I don't know at all