You had some big ideas That led you all this way But somehow nothing feels The way things did those days Something wasn't right But the train came in on time Those noises of the night Were the day's own design What you hold in your head When you hold your head in your hands Once eroded in the sand All that's left is to understand Now with the snow coming You sat me down at sea You ran from hunters it seemed But only your eyes bleed You'll see one day what's been drawn behind you Maybe you've already had that view You wrote too small for anyone to see And said that's how it's supposed to be