The House Under The Hill

Well, I'm the same kid I was

Out in the schoolyard

Hallowed my pockets with sticks

From the parking lot

Alone

Though I walked alone

I was sure there was somebody

There on my shoulder, quietly guiding me

Home

I counted to 1000, 2000, and even

Math game and nicknames for friends

That I rarely meet

But years roll along, along so graciously

And so gracefully we age into infinity

On

There is a house under a hill

With no windows, with no doors

And everything I've ever lost is there

Between the boards and beams

Oh, old friendships

Old virginity

A younger little ghost of me

Together, they are celebrating

All the time they've gained:

"Tonight, again, we celebrate

another tiny gain!"

Alone, I am nameless

And fearless and faceless

I see just my knees

And two hands held in front of me

Mine for this lifetime

So kindly I'll treat them

My blood pumps

My lungs bellow

So I will let them be

Ah...