When you've gone about things all wrong bury them here, with life time you would never regret
In savoring sleep what do you mean I toss and turn everywhere
I'll miss you when you're gone pretending that you meant the world to me
With that you'd call me a liar and in the making mistake you'll rest incomplete
(I'll be home) In graver mistakes dear Mom and Dad, I write you in this letter that states
(I'll be moving on) When the new days begun forget your son when he's out on his own
When the hands read 7:30 and your night begins to sink in the short but faster fall
In the anxious but calm retort to mirror that frames your face barring the finest swell
When the day begins to break like the tears that run across your cheek
Stand straight and imagine you then in the things and the way they could have been
When the thoughts they race across you chin here in the neverend
Point your gun in another direction now that you've cried yourself to sleep here in there after the fire
(Before the long walk home) When the days found figuring will he be home again
(Signal loss and stereo) With wide open windows will she be waiting for
(The sounds that surround the overpass)
With severed arm placement when the days dark, old and dead
(A dead man against you) We'll write her a letter in long time passing by....
I'll be home to say I love you and I'll be moving on
