Thirty-five plums, squishing under my feet, I'm not telling anyone. When I'm asleep, who's looking after me? I could be traveling anywhere. I woke up in jeans With photos from Greece And a postcard from myself to me. I'm hot, I'm so dry Wandering the Sudan desert with Vultures squawking, "Hi" I woke up, my legs were sore Been jumping off the Eiffel Tower away from her. "Stop that plane!" Please let me take an empty seat, I've got my ticket right here Although, I'm not sure for where. I just got these plums for a carry on And it's only me on this runway, I see no one else on this runway, run away. Tonight, where will I be? Maybe for a swim, this cold sweat Smells like the sea Drove all night, Turnpike receipt in hand A thousand dollars from home to Rome Then back again. Thirty-five plums, squishing under my feet, I'm going to tell everyone. When I'm asleep, don't go after me, I'll be traveling everywhere.