When You Have Gone

When the leaves look like yellow pages

And you are listed on everyone

When the black snow lies along the highway

And you will follow it South by South

I will blow a feather from my mouth

And pray it will follow me to your door

What fills these rooms after bags are packed and ready?

When you have gone

All that floats will rain

When you have gone

All that floats will rain...

When the leaves look like yellow pages

And you are listed on everyone

And the black snow lies along the highway

And you will follow it South by South

What fills these rooms after bags are packed and ready?

When you have gone

All that floats will rain

When you have gone

All that floats will rain

When you have gone

All that floats will rain

When you have gone

All that floats will rain