We got the news Ithaca got snow It was just that kind of day All I know is that you've gone And left us here below All I wish is that you'd stay We leave this cursed city In the same way we come in We trace the roads On our way out We shed our certainties like clothes We thought this was our sacrifice But the world knew otherwise And took you from us Before your time Right before our eyes We think we're walking home But you can't go there unless it wants you You can stand on the streets But still the destination haunts you Is that where you are now? To have believed that's truest love Ain't it clearer now that we have love And we don't have you It took this much to make me see Still I barely understand Love will always, always be larger And different from our plans Love will never listen to us And why should it? Love knows the score It builds better songs than we do It sings a better metaphor