I never had a doubt
All my thoughts had all run out
But that's expected to happen
When it all goes to hell
I took your advice
Hell, I've taken it twice
And I moved to the Wasatch
Without a word of farewell
At night the windows in here
They all turn into mirrors
And I spin in my armchair
Silently
I hold my guitar
And like some binary star
I watch my reflection
Circling me
Right at that instant
It's all clear to me
Like a crack in the blinds
Showing the dust that you breathe
Oh where are you
Polyhymnia
I've spent the winter
Waiting for you
You must be
Up on the next peak
And it's all been a problem
Of altitude
Cause all that I've gotten
Since I disappeared
Is a freeze in my bones
And ice in my beard