In A Nutshell

...if you find my tale
scratch in on the wall

I neversaw you praying

I will stop it all
and once you said by mail
nobody to call

I will go down
you don''t you can''t
step off your rails
hanging on the stage
among so skinny fellows
looking face to face

I ask no other's questions

dropping shade instead
I wish I digged down all crowns
 

and if you hang so long

find another home

depicted stone and strong

ready to stand all

and then you'll find your way, find your way

you've gone through trial
 

behind the board up doors

catch me by a hand

skies never been so close

fell to see you off

and then you'll find your way, find your way
I walk away