Lyrics

I pack my bags on an eastern street.....facing the western sun.
I parked my heart right here last night and now it?s gone.
I beginning to get over you.....I?m learning to carry on.
But times are large for wicked men, and it?s hard.

Even though across the sky I know the sun will travel.
And draw a line of faith for us each day.
If the very thing which makes me up becomes unraveled
and sails away....I?ll be okay.

I knew a man with 40 fathers....who said they never measured up to just one.
I burned the old house the other day, don?t tell mom.

Even though across the sky I know the sun will travel
And draw a line of faith for us each day.
If the very thing which makes me up becomes unraveled
and sails away....I?ll be okay.

And here comes the part where they kiss.
And it plays out like ghosts, over and over again.
If I leave my life forever then why couldn?t we stay just like this?