Maybe she's on her lunch break thinking of you
Or typing words on a screen flashing black and blue
God keeps us guessing and I've been guessing hard
There's hardly a word to screw this hurt back into the stars

I dream vacations and arguments plucked from a vine
I lost my keys in the vacuum of your worried mind
I can't move from sleeping and sleeping is the way that I move
Over the mountain, across the valley and back to you

Please report me missing to the Sheriff of Century Estates
I'm not going to listen and I won't feign escape
God keeps us guessing and I've been guessing hard
Over the mountain, across the valley, and back to the stars
Over the mountain, across the valley, and back to the stars