Three years ago I was visiting my home from Utah,
 and sailing along down this road, marvelling at the 
beautiful green of grasses and trees. That was when I 
was in the midst of the mess (the leaves now are 
faintly silver in the sun) back then, I listened to 
Paula Cole and tried to hole the earth still around 
me... I lay next to the window and drank in humidity 
through my scorched mouth and skin, and I cried a lot 
back then at night...
    and daylight.
    I went down to the wild beach by myself every day
    and found a circle of trees and called them mine 
    and i would sit in the middle and pretend they were...
    were protecting me, I think.