Don't Understand

I've slept on 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 would never meet

Laid 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 has happened to me

Like I'm telling a friend, and I don't even believe me

Where had I put it now? Whеre had I hidden the proof?

I lookеd down at my hands lined 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 irreversibly free