Go On, Say It
Picking up sound on the interstate,
I am my breath,
letting in waves.
There will be time when the sleep I'm in
covers me whole,
covers me thin.
I know I'll wake up old,
forgetting which box this is in.
How I will keep you
just how I left you.
Our daughter once told me I know a lot.
Now I'm strutting off with more than I've got.
A hitchhiker told me I don't talk a lot.
It made me feel fine, made me quiet.
If you’d of said it right
instead of painting words white...
How I will keep you
just how I left you.
Come on, say it right.