in the wake of your leave

So as you canyoneered from our world upwards

And the angels took their place

I was the loser at your funeral

No emotion conveyed

It was drawn out in vain

And the idiot I am just figured

In the wake of your leave

That I'd never hear from you again

And that I'd sing

With all this feeling

That your spirit would afford me

My hand

On heart

It's not a thing that I've been dreaming of

And it goes without my blessing

And leaves me in a rut

But it comes and goes

And shows me all I'm missing

And it comes and goes

I was there at the backstage trying

But the words, they never came

And I was available for a statement but I just

Hung my head in shame

It felt nothing to me

All the ceremony I'd wasted

And then I'd thank them and leave

And say, "God bless you all, goodnight"

Then I'd think

The grave was turning

And that nothing would absolve me

My hand

On heart

It's not a thing that I've been dreaming of

And it throws me without warning

And leaves me in the dust

But it comes and goes

And fills me when I'm empty

Then it comes and goes

And I will need it when it's gone

It quakes

And moves

Then breaks

Then shatters over me

In shapes of all these

Quiet sacred things I need

My hand

On heart

If there's a line or something in these songs

That are worthy of some mention

You're free to let me know

But it comes and grows

And leaves me in my weakness

And it comes and goes

My hand

On heart

It's not a thing that I've been dreaming of

And it goes without my blessing

And leaves me in a rut

But it comes and goes

And holds me when I'm sleepless

Then it comes and shows

How I need you when you're gone