Steps outside
Door leading back down
To the neighbors yard
I'm coming back down again
Creation traded for my blackened lung
Steps outside
How is this what it was
And I'll drown in this town again
This place lacks fine lines
It's more of washes
The dark light softer
The grey in motion
The future tilted
But never moving
Waiting to begin
Don't carry it all
Carry it all inside your head
Steps from you
Once knew me better than anyone
We won't say a word
And would it matter
Anyhow?
They'll just rattled around
In this empty house
Steps from you
Know I
Never thought about this part
Growing up
Running errands out on Sunday
Heading down to Carolina
Playing piano in the darkned living room
Living miles from this house
Why would we talk about it now
Would it matter
If we did now
Or if we didn't
Would it matter
In the scheme of
The scheme of things
Don't carry it all
Carry it all inside your head