Maybe she's on her lunchbreak thinking of you
Or typing words on a screen flashing black and blue
God keeps us guessing and I've been guessing hard
There's hardly a word to screw this hurt back in to the 
stars

I dream vacations and arguments plucked from a vine
I lost my keys in the vacuum of your worried mind
move
Over the mountain, across the valley and back to you

Please report me missing to the sheriff of Century 
Estates
I'm not going to listen and I won't feign escape
God keeps us guessing and I've been guessing hard
Over the Mountain, Across The Valley and Back to the 
Stars