Rope - The High Strung

There’s a great length of rope, tied around your waist, I hope

'Cause I’d use it to find my way back

Now I’m standing at the gate, now shivers as of late

I’m too eager, tell myself to breathe

I was told Saturn would come back long ago

That Saturn would return, long ago when we met

Now I’ve come through the door, my boots echo against the floor

Toss my coat on the couch, take tobacco from the pouch

Take the ball past the poems, pictures of our love aflame

To the kitchen at the sink, need one loaded second to think

Catch my reflection in the faucet, say «no, no, you haven’t lost it

You look old, you look old, but you look good, you look good»

And I hear you come in behind me, time to face you and say

«There's a great length of rope tied around your waist, I hope

'Cause I used it to find my way back»