Sometime last spring I'm talking to a friend Shadows mark time, we leave the porch and go for a drive Pull over, take a walk through the vines This time last year, I saw her everyday He says unfazed, I never see a lump in his throat He carries all the boulders he knows Ask me what's new, I'm barely getting through I say the job gets tiresome, but I'm doing fine Sending wishes back to you and your kind I drive back home, by now it's getting late I know it's trite, I'm feeling like the worst of my kind I'm feeling like the worst of my kind I do not know why you've got a hold on me But you got a hold on me But you got a hold on me Half of the time this is what I pantomime Pointing at something alive Pointing at something alive