It's not time to take your picture off the wall,
it's only Thursday.
And the way it's going, it's not getting in my way.
Maybe it was sadness, not sunlight, in your eyes.
Why? And what'd we do?
You know that the obvious is ours.
It's dangerous for a thinking man.
You know how the argument goes down.
The stranger in us comes back around.
You're harder, but you're fine.
But it's not time to take the guitar from the case,
it's only Friday.
And maybe all this music wouldn't make it
through your walls.
All you have to rattle has been rattled long before.
Ship the oars and swim to shore, it's true.
You know that the obvious is ours.
It's dangerous for a drinking man.
You know how the sickness goes around.
The stranger in us'll drag you down.
Sounds the same a while.
Sounds won't change a while.
I'd burn the pile of scraps of you.
I'm hoping for something
to push me out of view.
I'm hoping for someone
to hold me back from you.
It's true.
It's you, and it's unkind.
You know the obvious is ours.
It's dangerous for a broken man.
You know all a lifetime's ups and downs.
The stranger in us comes back around.
You're better off when you're falling down.
You're better off when you're lost, not found.
You're better off not to make a sound.