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
