I am going to pretend your trailing behind me
Your steps are three less than mine and your
Drinking in the beauty of this silly
Little word called
Life
I’m three steps ahead making sure all is clear

So when you trace the squares which my feet have already been
You won’t fall through to this silly
Little word called
Gone

And maybe I missed a step
I miscalculated and didn’t look hard enough for that
Silly little word called
Danger
I failed you

And your three steps behind
And I cannot anticipate where you are
Or where you intend to be

Because you’ve sunk into that
Horrible fucking word called
Gone
Gone
Gone