song profile

Well, I left a kind of innocence that couldn't tag along,
Left her like a burning cross on someone's mother's lawn.
Shifting up to second gear, I try hard not to look
At shadows in the rearview burning like a pile of banned books.

'Cause that smoke can blind you
Trouble still finds you
You just might curse your eyes
But time will let you see all the misery that you start.

I was wishing I could bury every history book in flames,
Every almanac in the ocean, every whisper round my name.
I've been building a tall coffin, toppling redwoods for the frame,
Hinging it with fears and the rusty nails of blame.

And when the night comes
With those city sirens
Howling at red light moons,
Time will let you see all the tragedies in your heart.
But time won't let you see your fine tapestry fall apart.

Now every passing year is just a deeper shade of grey.
And the kid in all the polaroids slowly fades away.

I miss Ruth's Diner, my Radio Flyer,
When eyes were brighter than now.
There's no skywriter here, no story spider
To spell it out for me.

Time will let you see all the treachery in its heart.
But time won't let you see all the dignity in your heart.