He was from up north
Part of? the North Academy?
It could have been anywhere
Let's say it was... wants
Imagine living n goin' nuts
Sitting caught in the void
Imagine days without numbers attached
Drinking of course
I wrote him a letter
Said "i'll never come home!"
But he never sent it
But he wrote it again n again
Stacked up to the ceiling
Then another stack
Burn them all winter
For heat
Picture a chair
And the way that he sits in it
(it)
He looks out the window
I think he believes in it
Writer(s): Steven Frank Albini, Robert Spurr Weston, Todd Standford Trainer
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