If you're gone before I'm there
And your yellowing walls appear
Through the scrubbed graying sheets
Look inside and see
If you can't believe it's me
Hiding out beneath eiderdown skies
You are so hard to deceive
Forget everything

I go outside
To virgin ground and dig a hole
And bury my hands in the soil
Because I don't like how I'm feeling

If you can shake your head
And break through my shadowy walls of sleep
Draw the blinds above your bed
And try hard to see
Through the windows into the street
At little patches of ironed out lawn
It is so hard to believe you can do anything
I don't know
Everybody's on their backs
And I don't know if they're sleeping

I go outside
To virgin ground and dig a hole
And bury my hands in the soil
Because I don't like how I'm feeling

(Go outside,
Shake your head
Draw the blinds above your bed
Feel the sun on the street and the dirt beneath your feet
Take a chance
Leave your home
Pack your bags before you go
Call your friend
Shake his hand
And then set off and don't look back)