One night you told me
that you wanted to hear
all the ways that I loved you
to keep away all your fears
but you know that my fingers have always been
stronger than my voice
and it's hard for me to get out of my head the words that I've written down
so then we went to sleep
but with a brush in our bed
and we painted our dreams on each other to say all that couldn't be said
but there in the darkness
all the paint began to bleed
turned to lemon and water
in a shade only I could see
the next morning we woke up
just a little bit colder
towards each other, the years, growing older and apart
we forgot what we were
so to keep us from breaking
I devised a plan
because you know that I talk in my sleep you decided to give me the chance
so you stayed up all night in that chair by the window and wrote down the things that I said
but oh, through the night you lost the fight and I found you asleep in that chair
but who knows what I said that night because when I found you
you had a smile on your face
I still feel the world turning from a mile underground
I still remember every inch of the streets of my hometown
and how we ran
ran through light and air
to keep from growing old
but if coal's the wheel of industry
then I've become its road
and the bridges all have burned
and the rivers overflowed
and every time we put another man into the ground we all pay our respects and then we drink another round
and we say "No, that won't be me"
"Oh no, that'll never be me"
I've become so used to the absence of light
to the shortness of breath
to the long sleepless nights
but I'll never get accustomed to the light in the eyes
of a man worked to nothing in the bowels of a mine
and how they shine like silver fire
It's just the sound, hollow and low that changes all
traps us down below
and do you know what it feels like to be
so alone?
It's like being set on fire
It's like drowning in thin air
It's the darkness and the distance when you know nobody's there
because for all the things I am and all the awful things I've done
I have this feeling in my hear there is no god up above
so I'll take this pick and shovel like a beast in a cage
and I will tear into the earth because this ain't my final page
because all I've known of heaven is some blood between the sheets
but from what I've seen of hell I know it's colder than you'd think.
I don't remember you as well as I should
when I went to your funeral out there in the woods
saw so few familiar faces, my family has grown thin
but Amanda came to us all tears and old goodbyes
my brother stood and took it but I couldn't dry my eyes
three years since the last one, where Grandma didn't know my name
but did you ever think you'd be a broken branch on our family tree?
so strange to think I'm now older than you'll ever be
of all the things in life you'll never get to see
they thought you were sleeping but they didn't know the score
and oh the horror when they found you on the floor
you were always older, so much stronger and taller
when I was little there's no one I'd rather follow
but as we grow older, all our heroes are torn down
so you went into the service, you left for a war
that you didn't understand, but you knew what to fight for
all the things that you'd forgotten about the man you knew you could be
but did you ever think you'd be a broken branch on our family tree?
on that cold morning did you hear the angels come?
and did they sing of silver lakes with foggy shores?
did they carry you with hands so soft and sure?
and were you scared to see the man you knew you were
I think we're all scared to see just who we really are.
Now
Now that I'm old
I feel so much younger than I'd felt before
I've watched you change
I've watched you grow
and now I know
that we
we're meant to build
we're meant to build much stronger than what came before
we have the drive
we have the know-how
and there's still time
(chorus)
Me
I'm amazed
by the things my friends do each and every day
they write books
they play music
they teach our kids
and I
I write songs
to amplify the things I've done throughout my life
they're not all good
but maybe someday I'll get it right
(chorus)
Someday I'll get it right
on that day I'll be alright
(chorus)
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