I wish I were a blind bee keeper so that I could see the world for what it is. I wish you were a lonely herder so that we could spend our days together. Can’t swim, can’t float, can’t dream, can’t gloat. Can’t swim, can’t float, can’t dream, can’t gloat but I will follow you until my heart finds home. Seattle Bound. And you must [bad word] in me, in us, that home’s around. Seattle Bound. Stormy weather and long days of never-ending talks and falling airplanes. I remember that one year we spent together and the things we said we’d save. Now I’m lost in Idaho and you’re all alone at home. Wishing someone, somewhere would step [bad word] on! Let’s go! Can’t swim, can’t float, can’t dream, can’t gloat. Can’t swim, can’t float, can’t dream, can’t gloat but I will follow you until my heart finds home. Seattle Bound. And you must [bad word] in me, in us, that home’s around. Seattle Bound.

from This New Year, released 04 October 2011