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