Spent some years of my life chasing the ghost of your tailights

Tell me now, how did you try to think of ways to say "I'm leaving"?

But it never was so black and white

Stuck around past Christmastime

Just long enough to build a lie we could all believe in

I can still smell the cold on your coat

Old Spice and cigarette smoke

The shape you made in the door

As the night swallowed you whole

Later on I had a dream that God had made a name for me

I thought "well that could never be"

Besides I never did believe in fairy tales anyway

But sometimes I still can feel the way I pressed you to my cheek

In the silence I believe there may be forgiveness

I can still smell the cold on your coat

Old Spice and cigarette smoke

The shape you made in the door

As the night swallowed you whole

Swallowed you whole

I still find you living here in the quiet with my fear

A little better every year, every year I'm trying

And I watch my babies grow

The summer sun, and winter cold

And I try always to show the love that is surviving

The love that is surviving