When it gets this quiet
things start to read hard.

I used to run my fingers
from the back of your neck
to the where'd it all go.

You were gonna be the only one.
And I was gonna be the only one.

So long lost 
in the kung-fu grip
of everything.

What’s long gone is what I'm looking for.

So long lost 
in the kung-fu grip
of everything.

The so long gone is all I’m asking for.

I am going down 
to the river alone.

I am going 
to the river 
for a while
to be alone

with the frogs and the fish
and the slick, smooth stones.

I am going down 
to the river alone.