You say it's gone Though it never is And there is always another. And you'll bore of this You will bore yourself And you don't need a reason. And you're never home So you're never lost And you've never wanted less. Well, this has nothing to do with loss. You say you're sure Though you never are There are always reminders That there is a start And there is an end And that the two bare no relation To the time you get To secure some some rest And to feel that you belong. And the sun, it may set, but it will rise again.