Year of the Crow

The feeling came and went

And then came again

And so I wrote some words down in my book

About how I want you to want me around

And how I'm still haunted by the sound

Of your voice

Still I come and I go

In this, the year of the crow

And there's still so many days left

But I want this plane to land

To trace my fingers on the lines of your hand

Goddamn

Well, it came and went

And then came again