Scorn yourself for boredom in this age
Find yourself a look for looking sage
And watch as the town splits into districts into streets then into souls then into rage

Nothing is as hopeless as it seems
Build yourself a tunnel in your dreams
And once you are clear of all the hubbub won’t you please come back and tell us what it means

There’s so many places, it could strain your mind
But you can occupy them all at the same time
Like when you were in my house
While you were in my heart
And your name was in my mouth

We used to wonder what everything means
As if the world's a Rube Goldberg machine
But we'll seek comfort in the chaos and resist the urge to make this about me

Go wake up your hibernating joy
Pretend the recent months have been a ploy
I've not felt this amount of promise in a frozen evening since I was a boy

There’s so many places, it could strain your mind
But you can occupy them all at the same time
Like when you were in my thoughts
While you were down the road
And your ghost was at the door

Half of what we wanted was enough
And to tell it all apart from cupboard love
My only hope is that your hope returns as January rests its eyes on us

There’s so many places, it could strain your mind
But you can occupy them all at the same time
Like when you were in my house
While you were in my heart
And your name was in my mouth