there is always something left after every long journey
maybe on a bus or a restaurant seat
or maybe at a place where you didn't even see me
and what's left was something you couldn't notice

there is always something lost after every  long journey
that makes the ride home anxious and strange
full of drunken bag-checks and rummagings
and what's lost was something I couldn't  get rid of

there's something that we lose after we leave our long journey
and it's not going to be at the lost-and-found