I am going but I am not gone
Bound to you by all that we have sown
The slowest disappearing act
Lost in fiction, lost in fact
My own private Idaho
[?] calls to me
From branches of the bare persimmon tree
Like arteries they fill the sky
Reach the thoughts I cannot climb
My own garden in the [?]
But I can't let go
This is all I know
And if I let go
Where would I be, where would I be
Where would I be, where would I be
The cuckoo drowns the night in lonesome song
Singing I am going but I am not gone
My best headlamp [?]
Night time as it washes in my own
Deadly undertow
But I can't let go
This is all I know
And if I let go
Where would I be, where would I be
Where would I be, where would I be
Where would I be, where would I be
Where would I be, where would I be
Every day my mind's cast out to sea
When it returns there's less and less of me
Alaska in the [?]
A grey haired woman I don't know
Come my darling into bed with me
My broken head you aching back will ease
With quiet silent touch [?]
When the surf becomes too much
When the surf becomes too much
Cause I can't let go
This is all I know
And if I let go
Cause I can't let go
This is all I know
And if I let go
Where would I be