This, Too, Shall Pass

If the eyes are the window to the soul

Then I'm the drops pacing down the pane

This pain is not endless; I'm not under its control

I just seem to be racing the rain

I've been lonely in this room

I've been locked away writing tune after tune

This horizon's not that vast

This, too, shall pass

This, too, shall pass

Look at us and our generation

Praying for hardship and desperation

My stirrups and my saddle are looser than before

I hide behind my walls but I can barely tell the ceiling from the floor

And, darling, I've been marked

I've been trying to love away the scars

This horizon's not that vast

This, too, shall pass

This, too, shall pass

It's all in my head

In my head

In my head

In my head

It's all in my head

In my head

In my head

In my head

It's all in my head

In my head

It's in my head

In my head

It's all in my head