will you come? and what will i say? "oh...i have been so distant...and unhappy"
(like i could disappear). when i was a boy, i saw things that no one else could
see. so why am i so blind at 22, to the hope that is all around me - filling up
this room. on the road. on my own. waiting for the words to fall from your
tongue, into my ears. when i was a boy, i could hear symphonies in seashells.
so why am i so deaf at 22, to the sound of the driving snow that drives me home
to you
