Words For This

You can feel the miles beneath your tires on these strange streets.
You can feel a lifetime of wandering in your heart now taking to your feet.
You can chase the love of a beauty that led you far from home.
You can reach out your hands to the ones around you, and feel a little less alone.

We both knew there were not words for this.
That the story would play the way that this heart's pain would have it live.
We both knew that the question was so much more than miles.
Still there are nights that I would die for that sweet smile.

But Mama ain't nothing but a dark distant shoreline. And Papa ain't nothing but an old rolling stone.
And I could search the world for an answer forever, but I know I'd only wind up alone.
But I've got a better song in me yet, and world full of rhymes in my head.
I'm surprised by the ones who didn't stick it out, and I'm amazed by the ones who did.

There are days I feel afraid of everything.
There are days I feel the peace that only the rising sun can bring.
There are days this wood and string just sing beneath my hands.
There are days I can feel like a lost soul wandering, in a lonely land.

I left a piece of me back east. I left a piece in Cabbagetown.
I left a piece up north in a cold steel valley. A piece in Beantown.
So if you spread me through those pieces don't think my heart can stretch that wide.
But if the answer is to forget you I will not choose to loose those lines.

But Mama ain't nothing but a dark distant shoreline. And Papa ain't nothing but an old rolling stone.
And I could search the world for an answer forever, but I know I'd only wind up alone.
But I've got a better song in me yet, and world full of rhymes in my head.
I'm surprised by the ones who didn't stick it out, and I'm amazed by the ones who did.

There was no way to mark your passing, or to name the things I'd miss.
We both know now. There are not words for this.
But there's not one moment I forgot you, there's not one moment that I doubt you.
Years go by and I'm still trying to learn, who I am without you.

You can feel the miles beneath your tires on these strange streets.
You can feel a lifetime of wandering in your soul now taking to your feet.
But I am the boy who built this boat, and I'm the boy that sailed it.
I am the one who bid the storm clouds roll, yes, I'm the one that hailed it.
You can spread me through those pieces, I don't think my heart can stretch that wide.
But if the answer is to forget you I will not choose to loose those lines.

To loose those lines.