Well you called but you never did knock
Well you called but my ears they were busy and blocked
So I leaned on the door, fell asleep standing tall

And dreamt that your fist might awake me

And the young we can drift far from home

But we never can get very far all alone
On a tower, in a cave
Just a credit card away

I cant seem to outgrow my history

When I die, leave a stone on my grave

Thats the place to remember my face
When I die, leave a stone on my grave
Leave a stone on my grave to remember


She extended her laugh writing fiction in photographs
Fake cause its tape, but more real than unseen

Then she stares at her shape every day like a ghost
Whos haunting his son before heaven


There are people I still like to know
And I few who I wouldnt be sad to see go
But Im stuck on an aisle thats charted and known

And these bridges wont burn on their own

Oh and boy, baby boy only seventeen years seventeen

Oh and boy, baby boy, its five less than me
Oh and I know so much less than it seems
Oh but I can admit to the nothing Ive seen