Sick, liquid fatigue
My heart torn out and frozen
Real life left ahead
Seattle spring time
They're on a bench over yon
One look and I'm gone
Spring started out strong
They told me I'd be moving
One world, torn. Now two.
Fourteen hours of road
Wisconsin's dark fields lay still
And she won't answer
No more hooking up
She wants to take a small break -
Causing a big one
