Goodbye Polar Bear

Woke into a wedding atop a hill
Not sure whose but I knew I'd see you still
This dreamy manner in which we meet these days
Is fading as fast as a solved maze

And while you scrambled for a pen
I told you there was nothing left
To mend so if you don't mind
I'll lift my hem and join the dancing line

Still I was impressed by how depressed
It made you feel but none the less
Best head up north before
The witches broom finds the sycamore

Saw him one day down by the grey line
With ragged white fur and one single glass of wine
Said: 'Darling, you and I are never really
More than freelance fireflies'

And when we're not so kippled in, crippled by the scene
It's such a sight to be seen

I know you're good
No matter where you're at
You can wander pole to pole
I know you'll come back

I'll keep safe of that
Map out every track
I'll take every cave
Carving petroglyphs in mass
Don't you worry 'bout

That weight on my back
I'll take on the years
As well as sea glass
And when we forget
Just how to talk
You always can
Meet me in Montauk

And it is so overwhelmingly
Painless to find what you need
What's done is done, didn't you know?
Best head up north before

Don't suppose I'll live long enough to find
A way to curb the appetite
Of time, though I intend to try
And weave you all into my nights