I went through old letters that you wrote me
And followed your words to the bottom of the page
To find all the things that you tried to show me
Months ago at the bottom of the page

All the words that I once knew
Oh, I gave to you, yes I gave to you
And all of the words that I want to know
Have dried up in the back of my throat

I set sail across your words
Hoping never to find shore, never to find shore
And in the ocean of ink, I started to sink
Before your words filled my lungs with breath again

There in the light of the evening city sky
The yellows and pinks tell my heart to think
And my mind to feel this love that is real
And to let my lips say at last everything you mean
So I whisper slow, three words you already know
And the marching band falls in line
And the symphony leads your lips to mine!

I am a wandering soldier
In this dusty land
Nothing but the torn clothes on my back
And the empty barrel in my hand

”Onwards, broken-hearted soldier
Into the great unknown
Lay down your weapons and follow
Into the light of the sun”

When I couldn’t walk any further
I fell to my knees to pray
With my final breath I cried out
In the blowing wind I heard you say

”Onwards, onwards good soldier
Into the great unknown
Hear the golden trumpets sounding
Calling the tired soldiers home

Onwards, broken-hearted soldier
Into the great unknown
Lay down your weapons and follow
Into the light of the sun

Onwards, onwards good soldier
Into the great unknown
Hear the golden trumpets sounding
Calling the tired soldiers home”

I came out to the desert
To find what I lost in your eyes
I filled my lungs with the sunset
And walked out into the night

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One day your voice came riding on the breeze:
”Ooh, ooh.
You don’t have to be alone, you don’t have to be alone,
you don’t have to be alone” (x2)

Your voice touched my skin and filled my bones
It’s running through the trees
Like the wind that blows

You set my words alive like skipping stones:
“Ooh, ooh.”
I thought I had to be alone, I thought I had to be alone
I thought I had to be alone. (x2)

Empty out my pockets full of light
Filling riverbeds
With tears turned dry

The earth claps its hands in perfect time:
”Ooh, ooh.”
No more singing all alone, no more singing all alone
No more singing all alone. (x2)

The clock grows old in the grandfather sky
The lock grows cold just waiting for me to die
And all of the wrinkles that my tears have left behind:

They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines
They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines
They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines
They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines!