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