what she means: It's not me, it's you. Actually, it's the taxidermy of you and me. Untie the balloons from around my neck and ground me. I'm just a racehorse on the track. Send me back to the glue factory. Always thought I'd float away. And never come back. But I've got enough miles on my car. To fly the boys home on my own. But you know me: I like being all alone. And keeping you all alone. And the charts are boring. And the kids are snoring. And the girl's in a sling. You say you're not listening and I said I'm wishing... And I said... I sAID