i've been told my tunes remind them of springsteen or hornsby, or a combination of the two... which is a great compliment. a nashville producer told me it's 'a
a simple snapshot of the aftermath of an argument.
Lyrics
i'm diggin a little deeper and still i come up short.
so.
i wait here in the silence that apparently is owed.
and i'm looking for conviction
and it's wrapped around your throat.
and you wear it in defiance, 'cause we're reaping what was sown...
and.
you don't know what to handle or what to throw away
and all i see is anger on any given day.
who would notice?
who would listen?
and.
the sky- it bleeds frustration
and all i do is sigh.
'cause you never would just listen to all the reasons why...
and i'm not looking for a savior, when you need the help yourself
and the silence that is missing is buried in your hell...
and you don't know what to handle, and what to keep away
and all i see is sadness almost every single day.
who would notice- that you're broken down inside?
who would listen- when you cry it out at night?
who would notice- that you're bleeding from your wrist?
who would listen- when you've used up your last wish?
won't come on down from your throne- why up in the sky-
and live here like the rest of us- with all the past behind?
and.
so the time has come for answers but you don't know what to ask.
and so you wrap up all your secrets and leave it up to chance.
and the fire's comin' early- it's going to burn your house of cards.
and all the while i'm left holding the remains of who you are.
who would notice- that you're broken down inside?
who would listen- when you cry it out at night?
who would notice- that you're bleeding from your wrist?
who would listen- when you've wasted your last wish?
