You have to want to go
Past the access roads
With your flashlight drawn
Run the darkness through
Past the bullfrog choirs
And cicada drones
For the rest of my life
Will I gnaw at this bone?
That I am always alone
Past your heavy door
Swung open wide
Sweet chimney smoke
Must I walk on by?
And will I know your face
Every crease and slope
For the rest of my life?
Will I gnaw at this bone
That I am always alone