If you’ve got an itch then scratch it
Take a drink to quench your thirst
Unless it’s from a longing
In a place that you can’t reach

Hover ‘bove the voices
That surround you in the night
The sun becomes the full moon
As you try to make it right

Make a bold prediction
That you’ll solve it by the dawn
Looking for redemption
Now that she is gone

The longing comes and the longing goes
On and on and on
The longing comes and the longing goes
Now that she is gone

—from After Words, 2013
(with thanks to Odetta)