The past floats like stones in a town up north by the coast   a deserted apartment   that’s where my memory goes   and you are almost gone, you’re almost out of my mind   well, you never come to visit   so you’ll have to suit yourself   maybe I’m making the story up as I go   but didn’t you tell me you were an old man when you were   only nine years old?   The sun climbs around, scanning the kitchen for life   I’m out of order   looking down on the city   maybe I grab after something that’s long, long gone      sad as it may seem, it’s those things that keep you going   and you walk, and you walk and the city grows smaller   and you’ve heard every sound and you’ve seen every corner   and you dream and you dream and you dream of whatever   and you hope for a hand to come pull you away   and you’ve heard of a bird, of the greatest white bird   and you start every day start looking out to see if it’s coming your way