Nice Things

I saw you on the road
With a bag of clothes, and a shopping cart
I saw you in Detroit
In a Cadillac, with a bloody nose
I felt a little lost, from you
Instead this time I rose, from you
From me, well it's unlikely
It's unlikely
I didn't see you on, the television in the van
In fact it wasn't long, in fact there's nothing at all
I felt like you were looking at me
The truth I couldn't even see
Inside, of your lifetime
Of your lifetime
Instead, I just got nice things, the thought of just me
And I'm more than just me
I've thought of mysteries, I haven't thought in years
And now I'm solid like a rock I'm through
My arteries are petrified like glue
Can't you, help me move
Can you, help me move
Help me