I wait in 4/4 time, count yellow highway lines, that you're relying on to lead you home...

Wait for the year to drown,
spring forward
fall back down
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.


All this time lingers, undefined,
someone choose who's left 
and who's leaving

I'm always here
when another person leaves
I'm here
with my cup of tea
near the fire
when it's pooring outside
the window glasses
and inside me
So lonely
that my soul
might go to pieces
without a hearable sound