It's been a while since I've see you Look a lot lighter on your feet The cat gone and stole your last life (Minus ten million odds from your gamble) Your simple every days wound about clockwise to the throat It leaves a choke for a memory Why do thieves grow up and steal the one thing To cut you free To you a seed, you weep now You've wept everyone's tears Your sorrow-filling weakness One in fifteen star filled skies One in season left to wilt like our lives in fast forward To be true to what you are is taking these whirlwinds by the throat to find They beat you down, full of doubt Oh my mind shifts through the weeds of this news Through the fields of yesterday and Diane, it seems to me life is your mystery