Wilco - You are my face

I remember my mother's
sister's husband's brother
working in the goldmine fulltime
filling in for sunshine
filing into tight lines, ordinary beehives
the door screams, "I hate you, hate you hanging round my blue jeans"
why is there no breeze?
no currency of leaves?
no current through the water while
no feelings I can see
I trust no emotion
I believe in locomotion
That turn to rust as we discuss
though I must have let you down too many times
in the dirt and the dust
I have no idea how this happens
all my maps have been overwrote
happenstance has changed my plans so many times
my heart has been outgrown
no everybody's feeling all alone
can't tell you who I am
when everybody's feeling all alone
can't tell you who I am
I am looking forward
towards the shadows chasing bones
our face is stitched in sewingour houses hemmed into homes
trying to be thankfulour stories fit into phones
our voices lift so easilya gift given accidentally
when we're not sure we're not alone