I got close enough to the river that I couldn't hear the trucks
But not close enough to stop the roaring of my mind
These rocks don't care if I live or die
Everyone I know will finally turn away
I will confuse and disinterest all posterity
Lost wisdom is a quiet echo
Lost wisdom by the edge of the stream at dusk,
Is a quiet echo on loud wind
With one hand in the water, running cold and clear,
Fog obliterates the morning and I don't know where I am
The heart is pounding and you are always on my mind
Lost wisdom is a quiet echo
Lost wisdom: a boulder under the house
I used to know you
Now I don't
The screaming wind said my name, I think
Significant and dark, my lost face in the mirror at the gas station
Who are you, above my face that I wake up with alone
Lost wisdom, approaching shape in the low light
You thought you knew me, you thought our house was home
I thought I knew myself, I thought my heart was calm
Thunder, lightning, tidal wave, the wind blew down the door
Lost wisdom: the river goes through the room
I saw your picture out of nowhere and forgot what I was doing
Everything vanished in your eclipse,
A constellation of moments comes to life in the void
Lost wisdom: face down under the moss
Enraptured by the beautiful face in the billowing flames
I open the front and back door and let the wind blow through
And I stood in the house and tried to hold the breeze
Lost wisdom: waking up in a pile of ash
Secret knowledge comes to me in the dusk
You showed me the river
I saw me