I am a woman haunted by hands. Even though I'm alone. Traces of Pompey. Across my skin. And an invisible map. Of where you've been. It's dry road to Idaho. A thirsty tongue across the land. And soil so dry. You could swallow an entire man. Took the first road out of town. Hoping that you were just skin deep. Well I feel you like. Some sort of phantom limb. Beside me when I sleep. Cause you are here when gone. You are here when gone. You are here when gone. You are here when gone. I watch another grey day unfold. It's dusty wings. Sometimes I wish I were more like. Rocks and stones and things. Sometimes I wish my heart. Were not like flowers at all. That way I wouldn't get butterflies. When you called. begin extra. And the night swallows itself. You can see it in the stars. The moon blinks it's tired eyes. I may be a thousand miles to nowhere. Does that make me lost or found?. Oh - is it that relative to if you're around?. end extra. And some birds abandon their young. Cause the instinct is too strong to fly. Well I feel like abandoning. My guitar and my books and I'm afraid. I don't know why. Cause you are here when gone. You are here when gone. You are here when gone. You are here when gone.