a home
this is not mine
because i am yet alone

i said to her "go"
she took her good ole time
and i watched her walk away slow

sitting among the snow
the snowflakes go on a ride
and where they go, i do not know

where is she now?
her voice no longer a chime
i lost a lover but i won't ask how

the lamp rises from clouds
i discover a matching rhyme
with this, i project no happy shroud

it's true, lively, exciting and known
but variety's nice, as sour as a lime
however, i can see my heart begin to glow

stretch farther than you thought this was
keep it together, and try not to mime
this affection of mine, oh, it'll never give up