The morning sun was a wonder
Our soaking shoes were an afterthought
As we burst into the open
And the past was a subsiding consciousness
And everything seemed provincial
Vagabonds on the road to their own way
And you searched for the moment
Anxiously contained
The embers slowly were waning
They were losing their battle with the night
I could see you were crying
I could see you had everything to hide
You were ruthless and blushing
As you said everything you needed to say
I don’t hold it against you
I’m not holding anything at all
There’s nothing left to say
There’s nothing left to say
The ragged road was unending
Empty miles saying all that we could not
And the silence unbroken
Captivated by scattered, distant thoughts
And it came with a vengeance
A flicker of hope
As you turned my way
There was more I could offer
There’s nothing left to say
There’s nothing left to say
