Everyone's on a long walk

Ten huttin', tin cuppin'

The same streets

She's the kind that paces a room, stares at the gloom with a globe in her hand now

And a treaty I made, in a hot house

Nowhere near mountains, finally fixing your car

If I could find a better way to issue you a grape I would

Maybe a nice restaurant



Wash those dishes man

Is this the life you set out for yourself in your younger days

Well I might as well stand at attention

Clouds in remission above Haller Lake

Well call me up with a truth 

Yeah, what are you supposed to do

Maybe the keys that you got are for a broken lock

In the moon 

That could be true (too)



So send me a daily evening call


But too much is falling in the things we've done

So send me away in this evening sun

On a boat of my branches 

In the world's dark hum



Always in a state of my mind

She's found her purse by the building side

But to tell you the truth 

Every swoon, every bird, every cliffr

Is just out of focus

But c'mon, see I lost my hand in a wave

And I, I've never given up on outer space

To weaken the blow 

I moved my camp north

Buffoons before tombs

Yeah behind those stones I found my place



So send me away in the evening sun 

But too much is falling in the things we've done

Send me a way in this evening sun

On a boat of my branches waving you right home