I've been locked out. I've been locked in. But I always seem to come back again. When you're in that room. What do you do?. I know that I will have you in the end. And the clouds. They're crying on you. Snd the birds are offering up their tunes. In a shack as remote as a mansion. You escape into a place where nothing moves. And I've been locked out. And I know we're through. But I can't begin to face up to the truth. I wait so long. For the walls to crack. But I know that I will one day have you back. And the hills. Are as soft as a pillow. And they cast a shadow on my bed. And the view. When I look through my window. Is an altarpiece I'm praying to. For the living and the dead. Twin valleys shine in the morning sun. I send a message out to my only one. Yet I've been locked out. And I know we're through. But I can't begin to face up to the truth. I wait so long. For the walls to crack. But I know that I will one day have you back. (Yes I will). And I work. Like bees in the honey. Every night I circle like the moon. It's an act. Of simple devotion. But it can take forever. When you've got something to prove.