moving to the arctic circle close enough to see the polar bears digging down the sheets of snow and burying all the bad things that we know brother i won t watch you go i m changing colours going gray as i watch time spent under cross my face the writing doesn t look the same and i can t remember what it used to say brother i won t watch you go we will build a sandstone house just enough to fit the both of us what have we saved as we both lay and wait for our ghost to leave this cage well i drop the suitcase chase after my train brother i won t watch you go i m coming too