For everything there is a season
I lost you awhile ago
sometimes I turn my head a bit
like I heard you call my name
from a long ways off
through a valley
over a mountain
tossed about under indigo waves
and through the trees
It's nicer this way.
I'm trying.
Carving into myself
discarding the chunks
and pieces
that no longer fit
If you come this way
watch your step
There are holes in the earth
where I've been
diggin'