Monday
19 October
1998

The sun setting The cold of silence The earth falling These are the sounds of goodbye

Rough scrawling On a page turning Chapters burning Into the back of my mind

Pictures painted with a thousand words Seems to last ohh so long

And I know maybe I didn’t cry But does that mean I don’t love you

And I know maybe I didn’t know you But does that mean I wont miss you

Blood on the ground These are the roots that bind me To these strings And with this sound

The West Virginia In your veins Only lasts In these songs

Holding tight To the ghosts of History Knowing one day I’ll play you this song

And I know that look in your eye Cause that same black line was drawn on me too

And I know your somewhere inside And I promise I’ll find you

The sun setting The cold of silence The earth falling These are the sounds of goodbye