Point B

I've never been afflicted by wanderlust.
I started out at Point A,
But there was always a Point B,
and no further.
Tokyo, London, New York,
C, D, E -
Although a Point D might be nice,
there's no point to pointing
at points that might be more pointed.
So no, not wanderlust.
More of a desire to be there.
Do you understand that?
There was a balcony somewhere out there with my name on it.
And a bottle of wine somewhere with my voice in the bottom,
and some people out there with little pieces of my soul in their pockets,
and they weren't at Point A.
But once I found them, once I found that elusive B,
Well, then I could be.
I'd peel off my skin and nail it to the wall,
I'd sit there in my bones and soak it all in,
And sure - maybe this pride will precede my fall,
But I'm gonna steep that soul of mine in sin,
And look at it from above and below
and truly know.
There is hope for me
at point B.
And if I look back at the years it took me to settle here,
To cast off doubt and cast off fear,
and I say "Well, Jason, you made quite a dog's breakfast
of all that."
Well, that'd be alright,
Because satisfaction is near.
And I know what to do,
because the mess of it all is beautiful,
and so are you.