where am i going
where have i been
ain't seen your face here since i don't know when
same conversations, no news to send
friends came and left
now they're gone with the wind
waving hello
but watching them go
shining as they move in the rocks
if you're not going in
coming out of the dark
no voices calling
but pulling me back
road with the train to theend of the tracks
station to station
it all looks the same
grey as the headstorm
and cold as the grave
the flames getting low
but watching this slow
dying, but just loosing it's spark
not going in, but coming out of the dark
the weather here fogs
the same as it all does
tide pulls me under
and i'm cold and bereft
just the same as it was where i left
i can't see it all
if you love me then call
tell me cause i'm loosing the mark
not going in, but coming out of the dark
not going in, but coming out of the dark

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