You Are My Face - Wilco

I remember my mother’s

Sister’s husband’s brother

Working in the goldmine full-time

Filling in for sunshine

Filing into tight lines

Of ordinary beehives

The door screams I hate you

Hate you hanging around my blue jeans

Why is there no breeze

No currency of leaves

No current through the water wire

No feelings I can see

I trust no emotion

I believe in locomotion

But I’ve turned to rust as we’ve discussed

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 overthrown

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

Toward the shadows tracing bones

Our faces stitched and sewing

Our houses hemmed into homes

Trying to be thankful

Our stories fit into phones

And our voices lift so easily

A gift given accidentally

When we’re not sure

We’re not alone