I collected the years in a basket In the hope they might cover my head When you came home to see them I guess they were already spent. All our colors were caught in the tree rings You were shaking your head at the ground I keep feeling like I was the reason They never were found And you should've seen that racing relief Pushing its claws into what I believed, Turning out precious stones I couldn't keep Just to retreat and be gone from me. In a storage yard stood like a statue I've been counting the symbols all day It seemed strange that you left, But I guess you were written that way I surrendered myself to your footprints Wasn't sure if I'd followed them right Over time as the soil grew soft I was losing my sight I figured I might.