In a book- in a box- in the closet
In a line- in a song I once heard
In a moment on a front porch late one june
In a breath inside a whisper beneath the mooon
There it was at the tip of my fingers
There it was on the tip of my tounge
There you were and I had never been that far
There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms
And I let it all slip away
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn’t say
There’s a rain that will never stop falling
There’s a wall that I tried to take down
What I should have said just wouldn’t pass my lips
So I held back and now we've come to this
And it’s too late now
I should have found the way to tell you how I felt
Now the one I'm telling is myself
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan no second chance
And no one else to blame |