Early Sunday morning
By the sound of the bell
I can tell the day's going to be some kind of nightmare
I walk you to the station
With your suitcase in my hands;
All is well just as long as the lights are on
And no one asks you
It's like you said:
Sometimes you pretend
And sometimes you just forget
As pages are turned over
But some lines remain in your mind
Through the test of time
To carve their way into your old goodbyes
And maybe I am guilty for the things you've left undone
I don't know
Maybe I am the scratch on your knee not healing
When your mother gave you away
You just couldn't say a word
Welcome home
Now the world looks new to you
But it turns faster
Way much faster
Like you said:
Sometimes you pretend
And sometimes you just forget
As pages are turned over
But some lines remain in your mind
Through the test of time
To carve their way into your old goodbyes