what do you do?
when the wind don’t blow/through the trees no more
and you race to meet the sun/but the sun don’t ever show
and the darkness sits/like a blanket covering your face.
people live in the shadows laying/at the edge of your eye/
people live, work and people die/and you never see them
with the blanket covering your eyes.
and you can’t see who you’re walking with/open your hand/
palm up to the darkness of the stranger’s embrace.
what do you do?
when stretched before you a road is waiting/but you see the
mud glisten/under a bed of stars and you don’t have a pair of boots/
take a few steps with the mud seeping into your shoes/start your walk/
because you don’t got all night to find/the other side of this lonely place.
your shoes are heavy and you got cold feet/you want to turn around/
you don’t think you got the guts to wait around/long enough to figure out
if the light you see/is a train or your way out.
you left your phone at home/and you don’t care how many times it rings/
because you know that you’re not gonna be found.
what do you do?
when you know tonight is gonna be the night you go/take a piece of paper to draw the map and mark the road/and you know by the time they notice/by the time they walk/you’re gonna be too far away for them to reach.
they’ll find your shoes sucked into the mud/and they’ll keep walking down that road you made/
but you left your phone at home/and you don’t care how many times it rings/
because you know/
you know that you’re not gonna be found.
