when i sang on that wet trail back to civilization
i sang for you and your uncle
sang for the grey skies and the idea that i mattered
as the last note faded out there was a silence
and i think you felt it too
i hope you did
because that silence isn't coming back
you're full of yourself
and i don't really want to see you again
but i miss that twenty mile march to a funeral
i miss being lost in the woods