She shakes her feather hand
I often keep in mind
I count the days that you’ve been missing.
You flow through space to lay 
I feel as broke as fade
If all times flow as any day seen. 

Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?

I’m always spinning slow
The laughter hollers low
I hold it in my arms and let it go.
These mountains ... it’s true
Creators of a rhythm
The paranoia is alive and well. 

Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?

Our pace is getting slow
The chance ...
I hold it in my lungs and let it go.

Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?