We build bridges Don?t we Sometimes need a hand Despite our best laid plans Don?t we Sometimes miss what we had And we struggle Don?t we Sometimes
I looked for your bones in the woods I looked for your bones in the woods I looked for your bones or any sign of where you were I looked for your bones
When they?re in the backrooms (they say it they say it they say it) On the turnpike (they say it they say it they say it) In their sunday clothes (they
In a manner of speaking I just want to say That I could never forget the way You told me everything by saying nothing In a manner of speaking I don?
Jesus is coming and I?m in a crib Gainesville is ugly, the landscape is grim Everything I say won?t leave my mouth Everything I say comes crawling out
This breath that i?ve taken Is it yours, is it mine This life that i?ve given Is it yours, is it mine And as i slip so quickly I leave it all behind