Hymns to What Is Left

I'm on the boogie woogie side of lonesome
Where memory inhabits every smile
I don't know what to do with these clothes you left
I'm looking for the heartfelt hotel

Walking down through the cold grass
Broke down, bothered and bereft
I hear the cry of a couple geese that pass
Singing hymns to what is left

The walls of my small fortress have fallen
The windiness has always been my home
And if I sing to that which is calling
From the place where its known we're not alone

Walking down through the cold grass
Broke down, bothered and bereft
I hear the cry of a couple geese that pass
Singing hymns to what is left