| The quiet place I go sometimes Knows not for which I came Collect a thought, to ease some pain She appears to me the same
To hunt for clues to make a plan So clear she lets me see To calm a fear, reflect the day A burden now set free
Its not a place I like to go For fun its surely not To see the little things I've done And some that I've forgot
But on the whole she's like a friend That takes me by the hand And squeezes gently when I'm wrong In silence joined we stand
So when you think that I'm alone And have no words to speak Think back to things of which I spoke And see me cheek to cheek |