Old Master

I disappeared, I found a way I made a choice not to stay I held it down, I watched it die The life we made faded away Sometimes I see a shadow rise Beneath my hands then over me I look into the great divide I feel so strangely alive But I know that it ain't easy And I find some kind of comfort In the wide, open spaces Yeah, I find some kind of comfort The bed unmade, remembering Conversations returning How strange it feels to be reborn My old master, my burning star But I know that it ain't easy And I find some kind of comfort In the wide, open spaces Yeah, I find some kind of comfort in the spaces