I’ll miss the blizzards
The solace of oblivion
Where nothing makes noise
The last of my bloodline
I’ll get to end this
I’m the last leaf trembling

Standing between two mirrors
The frames continue endlessly
I want you there with me in every frame
Even in those too distant to see
I’m the last leaf trembling

In Omaha
Making the silverware float
Dining alone
You can count on math, but please don’t count on me
I’m the last leaf trembling