Woke into a wedding atop a hill Not sure whose but I knew I'd see you still This dreamy manner in which we meet these days Is fading as fast as a solved maze And while you scrambled for a pen I told you there was nothing left To mend so if you don't mind I'll lift my hem and join the dancing line Still I was impressed by how depressed It made you feel but none the less Best head up north before The witches broom finds the sycamore Saw him one day down by the grey line With ragged white fur and one single glass of wine Said: 'Darling, you and I are never really More than freelance fireflies' And when we're not so kippled in, crippled by the scene It's such a sight to be seen I know you're good No matter where you're at You can wander pole to pole I know you'll come back I'll keep safe of that Map out every track I'll take every cave Carving petroglyphs in mass Don't you worry 'bout That weight on my back I'll take on the years As well as sea glass And when we forget Just how to talk You always can Meet me in Montauk And it is so overwhelmingly Painless to find what you need What's done is done, didn't you know? Best head up north before Don't suppose I'll live long enough to find A way to curb the appetite Of time, though I intend to try And weave you all into my nights