If you’re gone before I’m there   And your yellowing walls appear   Through the scrubbed, graying sheets   Look inside and see   If you can’t believe it’s me   Hiding out beneath eiderdown skies   You are so hard to deceive   Forget everything   I go outside   To virgin ground and dig a hole   And bury my hands in the soil   Because I don’t like how I’m feeling   If you can shake   Your head   And break through shadowy walls of sleep   Draw the blinds above your bed   And try hard to see   Through the window into the street   At little patches of ironed-down lawn   It is so hard to believe you can do anything   I don’t know   Why my friends are so strung out   Everybody’s on their backs   And I don’t know if they’re sleeping   I go outside   To virgin ground and dig a hole   And bury my hands in the soil   Because I don’t like how I’m feeling   (Go outside, shake your head   Draw the blinds above your bed   Feel the sun on the street and the dirt beneath your feet   Take a chance, leave your home, pack your bags before you go   Call your friend, shake his hand and then set off and don’t look back)