I slept on the couches of other people's houses Overwhelmed, in borrowed sheets I went through their records, they had piles of bills and letters All these photographs of people I'd never meet Layed out in the light, shirt on my eyes, and I try, but I know I won't sleep And I don't understand anything that is happening to me Like I'm telling a friend, and I don't even believe me ♪ Where did I bring them? Where had I hidden the proof? Held down in my hands, lying with nothing but the ways I had moved And in waking and in sleeping, everything irretrievably new And I go out for my meals, and I meet up for coffee Could be how it feels irreversably free