Early this morning
Brought a weight upon my head
Could've been the silence
Or the things you never said
There's nothing to get out of
And there's no lines to be fed
Looks like you'll be thinking about leaving
Leaving out the punchline
Just to smile behind your head
I'd never even reckoned on being heard, so understand:
When you've gathered every weakness
And you've figured all the sad
Looked like you were thinking about leaving
Gracious with the handling
And a master of your kind
Or maybe what I thought I saw
Was here inside my mind
If the hand that I was holding
Held me back, just for a time
You wouldn't feel like leaving much at all
Ah, you wouldn't feel like leaving much at all