Well I've been thinking on my own now that I'm grown up and I'll be walking into stone when my bones are turned to dust. And all the thoughts left in my head will they stay still unsaid? Or will someone stand right up to heed the call and fill the cup?
At every crossroads I burned one down left the ashes for you on the ground like breadcrumbs to lead us home too bad they all got blown away.
Well I've been drinking all alone even though you say that's messed up and I'll be drinking til I'm stone even though it's not enough.
And everywhere the sideways glance offers me one more chance like the timing of the ocean waves all that's left is what you gave away.
Well I've been thinking on my own now that I'm grown up and I'll be walking into stone when bones are turned to dust.
Even then I'll follow through on those things I promised to and if I don't well maybe they'll be another ghost or two.