Its been days since we spoke and I cant keep out of trouble
Im in trouble
Its been days since I spoke to anyone, Im in trouble. Im in trouble
What would you keep if you could only keep one
Which one of us would survive
What would you keep if you could only keep one
Dont say no dont pack up and go
Sunday morning. get on your high horse horse higher higher
I feel the cold rain coming down on the road
It follows me around and hollows out my bones
Everyday it tracks me down a little more
Youre the only image left
From my days without detail
And the names and events surround me yet
But I cant figure in what order they went
Now I want you to tell me from beginning to end
I want you to tell me where we went
But now I want you to tell me from beginning to end
Dont say you cant oh dont say you cant forget
Sunday morning. get on your high horse horse higher higher
I dig my hands into the late spring mud
Im left here weaving all the roots into one
I feel alright when I keep my hands occupied
Im working on passing the time