My Father, When He Went, Made My

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

It's Been A Long Time Since I Asked Anything Of Heaven, And My Arms Still Haven't Come Down.

When I Do Not Walk In The Clouds I Walk As Though I Were Lost.

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.

When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are Sad.