gone without the wind (pt. 2)

gone without the wind

gone without a trace

all the things we forget to say within a day

come lingering back and pushing forward

like hay

in a barrel 

while i’m looking for a needle 

and ‘no comment’ is a comment 

as you keep predicting predictions 

i laugh down my sleeves 

then pray to leave quietly

so nobody will hear me

i’d be gone without a trace

like all the things we forget to say within a day

like hay

in a barrel

while i’m looking for a needle