歌詞

My slippers never left the rug

But I am miles from home

I've crossed a sea in paragraphs

And climbed a hill of ink

The kettle's cold, the couch is still

But I'm not where you think

If I take the morning's wings

The far side isn't far

Carry me, story, carry me

Anywhere you please

The best kind of traveling

Is done with folded knees

I've borrowed someone else's rain

And someone else's spring

And when I lend my heart to them

It comes back twice the size

Carry me, story, carry me

Anywhere you please

The best kind of traveling

Is done with folded knees

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Carry me, story, carry me

Anywhere you please

The best kind of traveling

Is done with folded knees

My slippers never left the rug

But oh, the places gone