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