Bright Eyes

There is nothing for which I am responsible.
Just this baggage that I kep carrying on as if
I had someone.
OK, maybe there is a woman somewhere who's still
thinking of me or a girl with coal black hair
who's haunted in her dreams.
But what they've seen, well, it wasn't me.
It was just some lie that they slept beside.
I kept this from them but I can't keep this from you.
So will you look for me in that strange, bright place.
Where the statues bloom in the park.