Sister
I lost my eyes, sister/mountain
and I don't dream about the past
fold up the tables, close the room
this whole time it wasn't ours
there's no proof that you were here
with the lives you left behind
I saw your car in Minneapolis
sitting on an empty street
your old books still in the back seat
where they were left on your last day
there's the the proof that you were here
with the lives you left behind
so I'll be waiting here at home
if this is home
then turn the offer down
and we'll turn the line
I lost my eyes and found a girl
you threw names into a jar
and took the long way home.