The Listening

You know that I'll get by

I always have before

just because this is hard

doesn't mean I won't endure

I'm standing on the brink of the pain that I once knew

it's time to swim or sink, even though I won't reach you

Trudging on through the downpour

of the tears that fall from grace

breaking down another door

in this lonely time and place

Once the edge is reached it's time to look around

and if you look hard enough you'll find there's higher ground

Hanging on through the downpour

of my tears that fall from grace

kicking down another door

in this lonely time and place

CHORUS:

So when does the listening start?

I guess it's hard to care

if you have no heart

and when will the listening begin?

maybe never if we're blown like leaves

in the silent wind

And as I take a step back

and think about the past

funny how so many things just don't last

and for those whose efforts

come across so effortless

rest assured the path they take leads to nothingness

Who knows if you'll go back and regain what's been lost

you might not have the need with the bridges that you've crossed

Pressing on through the downpour

of your tears that fall from grace

knocking down another door

in this lonely time and place

CHORUS