I'm here because you're here and when you go I'm going too As neutral as snow covering up violence your mind was Smashing its gear like The Who by rote at good ol Monterey Where some people cheered and some looked away And your best words the most economical and clear to The ear are nullified and kept By mum protectors of a suicide note but the best part of cold Is faraway is close and the distant bark of a lone snow shovel Digging out after the storm is a rhythmic whisper I'm here because you're here and when you go I'm going too I'm here