I have such envy for the stranger
Lying next to me
Who awakes in the night and slips out
Into the pre-dawn light,
With no words, a clean escape,
No promises or messes made,
And chalks it all up to
Mistake, mistake, mistake…
And there are no tears,
Just pity and fear,
The vast ravine right in between.
A storm at sea, the bow cracked
And I was capsizing,
I sunk below
Where I swore I would never go.
If you can't stand in place,
You can't tell who's walking away
From who remains…
Who stays, who stays, who stays…
And there are no tears,
Just pity and fear,
The vast ravine right in between.
There are no tears,
Just pity and fear,
And I recall
The push more than the fall,
The push more than the fall…