The Weather Station
Know It to See It
Take your bag, get in the car, get in the car
And drive it somewhere quiet
Where you can sit at the wheel for a real short minute
Smoking a cigarette
'Cause it's time for it to leave you and you know it will go
It's long gone, under brush and scrub
Over land, roadless, slipping through fences
I know it to see it, I see it all the time

You felt small and free like a kid
'Cause now it don't care what you did or what you might do
You felt light and somehow see-through
It's not love, it's not cause of love
It's not a blessing or a curse, I don't know what it is
But I know it to see it and I know it when I don't see it
And I don't see it in you