There’s something unnerving about the way nobody laughs when you peel back the past

Looking straight out in your hospital gown at the skyline that’s staring right back

Birds on a wire, bloody sun, burning tires, all the baggage you haven’t unpacked

People check watches, their movements so cautious, the beauty just falls through the cracks

 

Beyond the eyes, the trains and the angels,

The arrows and marigolds, the junk that you never sold

All the laughter, the breath that comes after, a silvery voice in the wind 

Sayin “Keep going, you’ll find it again.”

 

Quarter-life crisis, you crumble to vices, the bottle ends up in your hand

Glass on the ground, as your engine breaks down and the sirens scream out like the damned

Travel the country, your clothes are disgusting, the Greyhound is running its race

Don’t look in the window, cause you and I both know you can’t bear to see your own face

 

Beyond the eyes, the trains and the angels,

The arrows and marigolds, the junk that you never sold

All the laughter, the breath that comes after, a silvery voice in the wind 

Sayin “Keep going, you’ll find it again.”

 

The birth of a daughter just makes you a father like a crown of thorns makes you a king

The wedding was a fever dream, you did it for your self esteem, it melted the wax on your wings

It creeps in the corners, you keep looking forward, your daughter won’t answer the phone

Who knew that leaving would just leave you bleeding, cause no one likes being alone

 

End of the line, and you’re seeing the signs, yellow eyes and a sense of relief

A garden of memory, and half of a century, you know now that time is a thief

And all of your apologies can’t fix a tattered tapestry, the pain’s woven in like a thread

But she will do great things, and you will be watching from your cityview hospital bed

Saying “Keep going, you’ll find it.”