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We were struck by lightning, it was like we'd never get old

Now when I reach out my arm in the morning the pillows are all cold

They were more or less the same when your head was there

Now I'm saving the traces of it and only I hold the secret who dyed your hair

The last time a wind this hard blew through this town

I was you coming through that pulled my pillows down

Breaking ties and fruit flies and the summer's always breezy

Now I know you recorded the who's of your homes just to tease me

I've got my ear to the ground and I'm listening for you

I've got my ear to the ground and I'm listening for you

This happy homecoming, I am not inclined to believe it

And a snap shot of me I know now you need it

So I'm coming back from my time underground

Do you see what I've found?

You want proof I still set out your plate?

Well I got your telegram about eight months too late

Now I'm smashing not washing the china you left me to use

Making mosaics of scenes from the parts of my life that you left me to lose

I've got my ear to the ground and I'm listening for you

I've got my ear to the ground and I'm listening for you

This happy homecoming, I am not inclined to believe it

And a snap shot of me I know now you need it

So I'm coming back from my time underground

Do you see what I've found?