Keeper

so you've come a long time,
and you've went a long way,
and you've seen a lot of old friends,
pass you on the way.

and you've got some left, but it won't last for long.
oh, you know that went the morning comes and they get here;
in the wake, this will all be gone.
you know? oh, god; I can't believe this opened up.
we really skipped the shortcut this time.

I am a ghost; I am a ghost;
without a beat inside to follow on the walk home;
turn into the scarecrow.
a waste of time, an honest mistake;
a reminder of fate shorting a wire,
stalling the engine to the plane.
I fall right out of the blues and greys again; I fall.

a shot to my spirit; a feeling of hope;
oh, it's a rock on the reef cutting the lining,
to a hole at the bottom of the boat.
I will float on; and on against a salty sea.

worry; I thought that surely,
you'd be over this one.
but you don't; cause you don't know nothing.
worry; we're in a hurry,
to sweep through the midwest once again.

and we'll be wearing white in january,
and we'll be making plans we know will fall through.
and we'll be falling asleep on concrete floors in cold brick buildings,
looking up through branches at the moon.

i'd play along, i'd fake the faces,
if everything could just fall right back in their places.
the fall will come and put things,
right back in their places.

and I hope as you go, that you plan it.
so I know where to go when I panic.
but you lost all sense of hope,
and it's right where you lost it.
no, but you won't know;
where to go when you panic.
so where will we go when we panic?
I don't know where I'll go, when I...