My Kind

[Verse 1]
Sometime last spring I'm talking to a friend
Shadows mark time, we leave the porch and go for a drive
Pull over take a walk through the vines
This time last year I saw her everyday
He says unfazed, I never see a lump in his throat
He carries all the boulders he knows

[Verse 2]
Asks me what's new (I'm barely getting through)
I saw the job gets tiresome but I'm doing fine
Sending wishes back to you and your kind
I drive back home, by now it's getting light
I know it's trite, I'm feeling like the worst of my kind
I'm feeling like the worst of my kind

[Verse 3]
I do not know why you've got a hold on me
But you got a hold on me
But you got a hold on me

[Verse 4]
Half of the time this is what I pantomime
Pointing at something alive
Pointing at something alive