It's not as if I could read your mind
It's not the time for me to decide
On whether or not you deserve to know
Everything that goes on, and so
I stop to wonder where you could be
An old connection among the fallen trees
Left beside a milepost
The ghost of you coincide with your cosmic truth
Where do we go and how do we find
A place for us to hide behind
It's old and rotten, this busted up home
Come and go, you'll be lost and alone
Sudden grief pours out of the soul
It could be we were not meant to be told
Of the trials and troubles and all the blues
Don't know where to start and got nothing to lose
Consistently patient, but it pulls at the strings
Saddened by thoughts and the changing of scenes
Move furniture out, rearrange the space
Leave a memento close by just incase
When did we decide why it must be so
Good hearted people have nowhere to go
An ancient ruin responding kind
A cyclical life to forever unwind