All my hero’s and my idols, my friendships and my ghosts,
leave me stranded here this morning, too close away from home.
The sun shines through my window, the leaves are green and fair,
I’m just looking for a color only found in my baby’s hair.
Oh but my darlings down the highway, left me here to count the birds,
and I’m hurting to the ceiling, lost, just searching for the words.
And I can’t seem to find a better place to hide, I might jump into the river
for a midnight train to ride. I can’t swim so I’ll sink, for to fly. Polished steel
along the creek, my soul will drift into the leaves, and I’ll be gone, without a sound.
The car is filled with reasons to never get back in, I was once a stronger man till I
confessed to all my sins. So I guess I’ll get to walkin’, till I turn to something else,
for this weight that I am bearing, is too heavy for the shelf. It’s too heavy to be buried, too heavy to be freed, so this weight I must carry to help me sink into the sea.
So just let me drown, for she won’t come around, she’s too busy being free, so I’m headed down. Yes I’m sinking now, without a sound, it’s time to march into the waves, where troubles are not found, no troubles found, without a sound, no troubles found, without a sound, no troubles found, without a sound.
