And I'm saying farewell to my old Clair
We never made the sweetest pair
And I hear about her from her old friend
And I pray about her till I am dead
And I frequently doubt
That I know what I'm talking about
And I'm roaming around
I am not scared of being alone
I am my own sense of home
That rambling man inside my head
I will remember her when I'm full of dread
And I frequently doubt
That I know what I'm talking about
And I'm roaming around
I am not scared of being alone