Blank books, no songs;
Baby, I've been doing this for too long.
Night falls and we go under,
I ain't getting any younger
So I closed the door I said 'Thank you for the ride'
And I know you can tell there's something else
Trying to force its way outside.
But I just dig my heels in hard against the slow flood of time
And I said 'Never you mind; some things are better kept aside.'

Well I'm getting used to being avoided like the plague.
Just wanted you to know you're wrong,
That it was me and never you I'm running from.
So I closed the door I said 'Thank you for the ride'
And I know you can tell there's something else
Trying to force its way outside.
But I just dig my heels in hard against the slow flood of time
And I said 'Never you mind; some things are easier just to hide.'