Song Length |
4:30 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Folk - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Poignant, Troubled |
Subject |
Regret, Dysfunctional Relations |
Similar Artists |
John Cougar Mellencamp, Melissa Etheridge |
Language |
English |
Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
He held his ticket like a gambler,
Hanging on in stand-by, figuring the odds.
She held her moments like a dancer.
Never in one place for more than a song.
And through these acts of preservation,
When the notion of forgiveness seems absurd.
We hang on every single memory,
Of when we talked about the damage,
Without hearing a word.
And the Closer I get
To the heart of the matter,
The further its heart slips away.
And the sooner I come to this broken and battered.
Then the closer I get to finding my way.
I spent three years on the coast.
Rumbling up and down this
Seaside highway without end.
Three long years just to let it go,
To quiet all the questions,
Then start them up again.
And the Closer I get
To the heart of the matter,
The further its heart slips away.
And the sooner I come to this broken and battered.
Then the closer I get to finding my way.
And on those nights, when all the streetlights hum,
They whisper in my dreams.
And there is you can cling to anymore,
When things aren?t what they seem.
And the Closer I get,
To the heart of the matter,
The further I am,
To finding my way.