Here When Gone
I am a woman haunted by hands
Even though I'm alone
Traces of pompey
Across my skin
And an invisible map
Of where you've been
It's dry road to idaho
A thirsty tongue across the land
And soil so dry
You could swallow an entire man
Took the first road out of town
Hoping that you were just skin deep
Well I feel you like
Some sort of phantom limb
Beside me when I sleep
Cause you are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
I watch another grey day unfold
It's dusty wings
Sometimes I wish I were more like
Rocks and stones and things
Sometimes I wish my heart
Were not like flowers at all
That way I wouldn't get butterflies
When you called
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And the night swallows itself
You can see it in the stars
The moon blinks it's tired eyes
I may be a thousand miles to nowhere
Does that make me lost or found?
Oh - is it that relative to if you're around?
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And some birds abandon their young
Cause the instinct is too strong to fly
Well I feel like abandoning
My guitar and my books and I'm afraid
I don't know why
Cause you are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
Even though I'm alone
Traces of pompey
Across my skin
And an invisible map
Of where you've been
It's dry road to idaho
A thirsty tongue across the land
And soil so dry
You could swallow an entire man
Took the first road out of town
Hoping that you were just skin deep
Well I feel you like
Some sort of phantom limb
Beside me when I sleep
Cause you are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
I watch another grey day unfold
It's dusty wings
Sometimes I wish I were more like
Rocks and stones and things
Sometimes I wish my heart
Were not like flowers at all
That way I wouldn't get butterflies
When you called
Begin extra
And the night swallows itself
You can see it in the stars
The moon blinks it's tired eyes
I may be a thousand miles to nowhere
Does that make me lost or found?
Oh - is it that relative to if you're around?
End extra
And some birds abandon their young
Cause the instinct is too strong to fly
Well I feel like abandoning
My guitar and my books and I'm afraid
I don't know why
Cause you are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
Credits
Writer(s): Jewel Kilcher
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