You say it's gone
Though it never is
And there is always another.
And you'll bore of this
You will bore yourself
And you don't need a reason.
And you're never home
So you're never lost
And you've never wanted less.
Well, this has nothing to do with loss.
You say you're sure
Though you never are
There are always reminders
That there is a start
And there is an end
And that the two bare no relation
To the time you get
To secure some some rest
And to feel that you belong.
And the sun, it may set, but it will rise again.
