I am out here studying stones ‘Course numb is an old hat
Trying to learn to be less alive Old as my oldest memories
Using all of my will, to keep very still See, that one’s my mother
Still even on the inside That one’s my father
I’v cut all of the pertinent wires And that one in the hat, that’s me
So my eyes can’t make their connection It’s a skill I’d hoped to abandon
I am holding my breath When I got out on the open road
I am feigning my death But any more pined up emotion
When I’m looking in your direction And I think I’m gonna explode
