It happened so easy at the start. Got too used to bein' understood. Then one day I caught you looking down. Couldn't reach you like I thought I could. I never knew why you gave it all up. Is that it,
Back against the wall. There goes the floor beneath my feet. A stack of empty crates. Giving out under me. I'll take one more sleepless night. Then book the cheapest flight. Buy my head some space to
