I think I lost my head among the thick oak trees
And perhaps my feet were left at mountains bases
My legs tumbled down rocky cliffs
And my arms came undone amid the soft prairie grasses
Fingers lost at roadside diners
Toes forgotten at cheap motels
But my heart was not left on accident
And it was not of my own doing
It was tossed into the brittle ocean, with the fish claiming it for their own, saying I had no use of it anyhow.