You... 

You have a favorite singer 

You bought his albums for the passion you felt in his voice 

He spoke in a foreign language I don't understand 

I went deaf and cannot hear 

Had yelling for a year from fathers, sisters, cars, and kitchens 



It's not my fault if you don't hear the noise 

They put chills in everyone's shoulders 

What's it about us, that can't hear this noise 



I hear the sound of feeling at home 

I'm forced to forget that where I'm going cause I'm going alone 

You will not pay since it is free 

You might see my friends but you won't see me getting dumb yet getting smarter 



Needing normal, needing stars 

Feeling closer sometimes feeling far 

Even a terrible golfer can sometimes reach par 



It's not my fault if you don't hear the noise 

They put chills in everyone's shoulders 

What's it about us, that can't hear this noise 



I hear the sound of feeling at home 

I'm forced to forget that where I'm going cause I'm going alone 

I hear the sound of feeling at home 

I'm forced to forget that where I'm going cause I'm going alone 



I hear the sound of feeling at home 

I'm forced to forget that where I'm going cause I'm going alone 

I hear the sound of feeling at home 

I'm forced to forget that where I'm going cause I'm going alone 



I'm going alone 

We're going alone