The old man kept a letter in his drawer
Never opened it, never threw it anymore
Said some words, I better left to sleep
Some promises are too deep to keep
Some memories are too heavy to reap
He painted walls in a house too small
Covered every mark, covered every fall
Neighbors knew his name
They saw the years, never saw the glory of a man still chasing something holy
I'm not looking for a way back home
I learned how to stand here alone
Here alone
Every road took something from me
But left a piece I couldn't see
Maybe that's what saved me
The rain came down on a Sunday morning
Like the sky was quietly warning
He smiled and let the weather speak
After all the years he chose to seek
A little release
