When we walked away –
So much still left to say,
It was the night I fell in love with her,
Which was the night I walked away.
I cannot talk of spoken promises,
I’ve never left my soul behind,
But the man that I am living now,
Is the man I’d always known.
I landed here with postage stamps,
Unmarked, unspent, untagged, unused,
Nowhere yet to send them to,
Nowhere left that’s on my mind.
A loner as a country boy –
The stars my greatest friends,
I dug a hole that wasn’t long enough
But I fit into just fine.
I am lost into another time,
Though a little light still does shine,
To which my heart infatuates
And I am the man I’ve always known.