Lyrics
A graying light rises slowly overhead,
And silence rolls down the street,
Creeps around every corner it meets,
Until it leaks to our ears,
Forcing all around to hear,
The void that hides our memories...
It's getting cold here on Quail Ridge Run,
Darkness lingers in the air,
Though the night is done,
And you can try, but it won't ever leave,
It's here to stay...
I saw some kids ride off by my front porch,
They all had this gleam in their eyes,
But I know they're just the same as them,
So quiet and still,
It has become around here,
While we figure out who we are...
Windows frozen on Quail Ridge Run,
The snow keeps falling,
Too much change, I've had enough,
So I closed my eyes in silence,
I closed my eyes...
And stepped through into a distant place,
Where green's in every view,
With colored leaves above you,
The birds, they came down from the trees,
And swirled around me,
And in a melody, they sang along,
Singing it's,
Time to rebuild,
Time,
Time to rebuild,
Time...
I woke up from that strange dream,
Brushed it off as another mystery for me,
But still, it called to me and said,
Son, you're more than what you've become,
The words echoed around in my head...
People moving from Quail Ridge Run,
There must be a better way,
Than leaving the ruins you once came from,
Where the silence found you in the dark,
Whispered a place to start,
That it's time to rebuild,
Time,
Time to rebuild (repeat).
