Nothing to See Here

Nothing to see here
We walked down the long expanse
The wait was long
But it still made sense
But I still don't know where you are
So I'll take some clues from your art,
And read your notes

We turned around and watched the ghost,
The shade behind the curtain grows
But I still don't know where you are,
But I still don't know where you are,
But I'll find out

Those radio days came and went
And they left us behind
And were standing still
But the static is just cold as ice
And we'll take time
And we'll take time

You should probably get a grip
Not the whole hand
Just the fingertips
But I still don't know where you are
But I still don't know where you are
But I'll find out

Pinned against the rails again,
From here to there,
Caught in a spin
But I still don't know where you are again
But I still don't know where you are
But I'll take some clues from your art

And read your notes
Those radio days came and went
And they left us behind
And were standing still
But the static is just cold as ice
And we'll take time
And we'll take time

We walked down the long expanse
The wait was long
But it still made sense
But I still don't know where you are
But I'll take some clues from your art,
And read your notes