I hope you'll remember 
and that you don't pull the anchor 
too soon 
I want to picture a familiar face 
at a far and distant place 
and I will paint a frame around it and leave it hanging there 
waiting and staring 
vanishing like the passion of a meaningless fling 
but we will rise from the ashes 
yes we will resurrect again 
just give me some pointers 
just throw them at me 
just show me a place to calm down 
so i can get some rest and peace 
I need this now 
more than I ever did 
and this went somehow 
such a different way 
It's another act of impatience 
and I am shoveling through the blackest soil; 
open hands 
and both fists are filled with helplessness 
and I will nurture our roots 
and I don't want to see them die 
I only want to see us grow 
steady towards the sky 
it's such a long-winded path  [bad word] route 
to [bad word] home 
a place where I can drown 
all those demons that took posession of me 
in this small california town 
by the sea