Two vocalists trade verses about leaving, layering surreal images: holding the world in a hand, carving names in oak trees, lions, light pulled from windows. The refrain "I'll be gone for a while" anchors a song built on repetition and symbolic motifs that feel defiant and melancholic.
I put the state in my pocket. I held the world in my hand. I took a blade and a rocket and conquered enemy lands. Carved your name in an oak tree, painted mine in a field. They gave me 3 gave me tickets for free, but they wouldn't let me behind the wheel.
So I'll be gone for a while. I'll be gone for a while. Move the light from your window, baby. I'll be gone for a while.
The sun was cast in its shadow when you put your mark on my neck. Sometimes you're deep, some you're shallow. Well, I've maybe organized a wreck. Roads are cloudy at midnight, they take you straight to the sky. You wear your canes, I got broad feet, babe.
I'll be gone for a while. I'll be gone for a while. I'll be gone for a while. Remove the light from your window, baby. I'll be gone for a while. I'll be gone for a while. I'll be gone for a while. Open up from your window, baby. I'll be gone for a while.
Sometimes I feel like a lion, ego bigger than skin. So lay me down with the lions. In heaven, though not in the den. So take an oak and a maple, make 'em bloody and dry. I left a note on your table saying I'll be gone for a while. So I'll be gone for a while.
I'll be gone for a while. Move the lamp from your window, baby. I'll be gone for a while. So I'll be gone for a while. I'll be gone for a while. Remove the light from your window, baby, I'll be gone for a while.
I'll be gone for a while. I'll be gone for a while. Remove the light from your window, baby, and I'll be gone for a while. I'll be gone for a while. I'll be gone for a while. Remove the light from your window, baby, and I'll be gone for a while. I'll be gone for a while. I'll be gone for a while.
