I've never eaten my way
across a continent,
or loved my way
along a river.
by your side, clearly
I have no hammer to hold,
as I am attacked by this stupid,
burning, bright, after glow, fair, telling you goodbye.
I built a shack
on some secret hill,
clearly all my loves
live inside.
but the guitar in my heart
tells me you loved him
and that you tried,
and that you're gone now.
I want to go there,
I want to see,
but I can't open the door,
I can't possibly be.