Guess you never really stuck around,nAll that long anywhere.nI guess I should have known that you'd skip town.nYou always did, catch me unawares.nLooking now at your debris, nThese trails of paper strewn across the floor.nTowards an open door.nnLook at all you've gathered, all you own,nHold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather?nIf the things you feel outsmart the things you know,nIt's almost time, it's almost time to go.nnI don't know if you struggled at the end.nI know at times, you fought like hell.nI know that sleep was never quite your friend.nI hope that now, you're resting well.nOld band names and alma maters,nA patchwork quilt of people you have been,nTattooed on your skin.nnThink of people, places you have known,nSculpted out of sand.nThe tide's coming in and we're going nowhere.nIf your feet are still in shoes that they've outgrown,nIt's almost time, it's almost time to-nThink of seed you've scattered and you've sown,nAll out of your hands,nLost in the wind like a little feather,nAnd the things you feel outsmart the things you know.nIt's almost time, it's almost time, it's almost time, it's almost time,nit's almost time, it's almost time to go.