| We got the news | |
| Ithaca got snow | |
| It was just that kind of day | |
| All I know is that you've gone | |
| and left us here below | |
| All I wish is that you'd stay | |
| We leave this cursed city | |
| in the same way we come in | |
| We trace the roads | |
| On our way out, | |
| we shed our certainties like clothes | |
| We thought this was our sacrifice | |
| But the world knew otherwise | |
| And took you from us | |
| Before your time, | |
| right before our eyes | |
| We think we're walking home | |
| But you can't go there unless it wants you | |
| You can stand on the streets | |
| But still the destination haunts you | |
| Is that where you are now? | |
| To have believed that's truest love | |
| Ain't it clearer now that we have love | |
| and we don't have you | |
| It took this much to make me see | |
| Still I barely understand | |
| Love will always, always be larger | |
| and different from our plans | |
| Love will never listen to us | |
| And why should it? | |
| Love knows the score | |
| It builds better songs than we do | |
| It sings a better metaphor |