spent all day trying to cover my tracks
lost my way when i fell off the map
the things i say seem mighty tall
they echo their way out the hall
way out to the other side
but i got nothing to hide
and to carry the things i find
to think you may never know me
you just never met my kind
got better ways to spend my time
so if you're looking for a sign
don't ask me where i hang my hat
seems by now you should recognize that
but i got nothing to hide
and to carry the things i find
to think you may never know me
but you always pass me by
and to carry the things i find
and you may never know me
i could never be your kind