Lyrics: Brian Yorkey
Music: Tom Kitt
It'been four weeks since the treatand
and my mind is still a mess
and what's left to be remembered
well ,it's anybody's guess
'Cause my past is like the weather
It will come and it will go
I don't know,even know,what is that I don't know
I'm some Christopher Columbus,sailing out into my mind
with no map of where I'm going or what I've left behind
I don't know
The things I don't know
I'm sure something is missing,and I wish it would show
I don't know
You say take it slow, and I do although
How I do, I don't know
Are you talking with your husband?
Well, he hasn't much to say
Is it helping you remember?
I remember that's his way
Does the puzzle come together piece by piece and row by row?
I don't know, I don't know where the f**king pieces go
'Cause I don't know how this started
So I won't know when it's done
Have you talked of you depression
your delusions,and your son?
Vocals: Alice Ripley