Lavender Burning

Staring out into the shifting darkness Tryin' to give a name to the place where my heart is A country of shadows, hard to tell where the start is I miss New York and that's the loneliest feeling To be on a road and not know where it's leading Fixated on a hole that once held my whole being Watching my grandmother walk in her garden She's lost her hearing, does not notice the cardinal I hold fast to the hours before the [?] parting I miss New York, but I don't wanna think about leaving I'm out on the the road and it's losing all of its meaning Just tryin' to fill this hole that once held my whole being Is this all there is? Is this all there is? Is this all there is? Burning lavender over the oven Filling the space with a strange kind of lovin' Look after me now 'cause I'm lost, woman