Stolen Jars For Dan
Missing like
Last months glance
Houses we
Left so fast
Missing for
A mile or so
Then turning in
Softer comforts
I want some old so I
Can remember and decide
Which one of me am I?
Which one of me am I?
I want some old so I
Can remember and decide
Which one of me am I?
Which one of me am I?
Old nights, have we fallen back there
Are my own eyes faint and distant
I hate these towns
I hate these towns where
My body grows older than I am now
Where are the friends I'd known and visited
Now gone from the homes that I met them in
What's there to find
What's there to find
In this space
So far from mine
But in that small, quivering ring
The shine of some song floating up in front of me
One long note sounds
One long note sounds
The trailing call
Of my home town
And there can be no houses so empty here
A furnace can find its way to every room and seethe
Turn things back again
Turn things back again
To some old home
With some new friend
Old nights, yes I've fallen back there
But my own eyes are never distant
I'll stay around
I'll stay around
Let my body grow older
Than it is now
Here are the friends I've known and visited
All here in my home, now that I've let them in
In sounds I find
In sounds I find
That no place
Is so far
