In The Wake Of Your Leave Leave a reply So as you canyoneered from our world upwardsAnd the angels took their placeI was the loser at your funeralNo emotion conveyedIt was drawn out in vainAnd the idiot I am just figuredIn the wake of your leaveThat I’d never hear from you againAnd then I’d singWith all this feelingThat your spirit would afford meMy handOn heartIt’s not a thing that I’ve been dreaming ofAnd it goes without my blessingAnd leaves me in a rutBut it comes and goesAnd shows me all I’m missingAnd it comes and goesI was there at the backstage tryingBut the words they never cameAnd I was available for a statement but I justHung my head in shameIt felt nothing to meAll the ceremony I’d wastedAnd then I’d thank them leaveAnd say “God bless you all, goodnight”Then I’d thinkThe grave was turningAnd that nothing could absolve meMy handOn heartIt’s not a thing that I’ve been dreaming ofAnd it throws me without warningAnd leaves me in the dustBut it comes and goesAnd fills me when I’m emptyThen it comes and goesAnd I will need it when it’s goneIt quakesAnd movesThen breaksThen shatters over meIn shapes of all theseQuiet sacred things I needMy handOn heartIf there’s a line or something in these songsThat are worthy of some mentionYou’re free to let me knowBut it comes and growsAnd leaves me in my weaknessAnd it comes and goesMy handOn heartIt’s not a thing that I’ve been dreaming ofAnd it goes without my blessingAnd leaves me in a rutBut it comes and goesAnd holds me when I’m sleeplessThen it comes and showsHow I need you when you’re gone