Maybe she's on her lunch break thinking of younOr typing words on a screen flashing black and bluenGod keeps us guessing and I've been guessing hardnThere's hardly a word to screw this hurt back into the starsnnI dream vacations and arguments plucked from a vinenI lost my keys in the vacuum of your worried mindnI can't move from sleeping and sleeping is the way that I movenOver the mountain, across the valley and back to younnPlease report me missing to the Sheriff of Century EstatesnI'm not going to listen and I won't feign escapenGod keeps us guessing and I've been guessing hardnOver the mountain, across the valley, and back to the starsnOver the mountain, across the valley, and back to the stars