And from my trembling mouth
Comes something I don’t know
Cruel and bitter words
Where nothing good can grow
And even if they profit from your soul
They’ll lose their own
Still it seems to grow
In my stomach pit
Then settles, lying low
A feeling that sits
And even if I drive to Old Mill Road
It wouldn’t go
We’ve been over this, but it’s on my mind
It’s not the place I miss, must be the time
How long until I learn, the past is frozen?
How long until I learn, the worth of moments?
Shuffling through a crowd
Their chanting gets obscene
Each tries to be louder
Praying they get seen
I hope that it’s the words that they believe in
I hope that it’s words that bring them peace
We’ve been over this, but it’s on my mind
It’s not the place I miss, must be the time
How long until I learn, the past is frozen?
How long until I learn, the worth of moments?
Still it seems to grow
In my stomach pit
Then settles, lying low
A feeling that sits
And even if I drive to Old Mill Road
It wouldn’t go