Nothing to see here We walked down the long expanse The wait was long But it still made sense But I still don't know where you are So I'll take some clues from your art, And read your notes We turned around and watched the ghost, The shade behind the curtain grows But I still don't know where you are, But I still don't know where you are, But I'll find out Those radio days came and went And they left us behind And were standing still But the static is just cold as ice And we'll take time And we'll take time You should probably get a grip Not the whole hand Just the fingertips But I still don't know where you are But I still don't know where you are But I'll find out Pinned against the rails again, From here to there, Caught in a spin But I still don't know where you are again But I still don't know where you are But I'll take some clues from your art And read your notes Those radio days came and went And they left us behind And were standing still But the static is just cold as ice And we'll take time And we'll take time We walked down the long expanse The wait was long But it still made sense But I still don't know where you are But I'll take some clues from your art, And read your notes