I follow a desolate way

With familiar smiling milestones

Make a bed for one

Set a table for two

Cross rivers

Cross breaking hearts

I'm one against the horizon

I'm one spinning

It's a wide wide world

There's a handful of hands

Trying to hold me

Lift me up higher

I'm trying to not say

Don't touch me

God, don't touch me

Take your fucking hands from me

I follow a desolate way

I find peace in shadows

I find pieces looking back

I make company of old sorrows

There's no criticism

When you're numb enough

And on your own