You Are My Face

I remember my mother's Sister's husband's brother Working in the goldmine full time Filling in for sunshine Filing into tight lines, ordinary beehives The door screams, "I hate you, hate you hanging 'round my blue jeans." Why is there no breeze? No currency of leaves? No current through the water while No feelings I can see I trust no emotion I believe in locomotion That turn to rust as we discuss Though I must have let you down too many times In the dirt and the dust I have no idea how this happens All of my maps have been overwrote Happenstance has changed my plans So many times my heart has been outgrown Now everybody's feeling all alone Can't tell you who I am When everybody's feeling all alone Can't tell you who I am I am looking forward Towards the shadows, chasing bones Our face is stitched in sewing Our houses hemmed into homes Trying to be thankful Our stories fit into phones Our voices lift so easily A gift given accidentally When we're not sure we're not alone --- You Are My Face - Wilco