Going

If I was as tall enough to talk to birds
I’d pick you up in my arms with words
And lend your eyes, a sight to see
Just how much you mean to me
Just how much you mean to me

You were something I once knew, all the years that the changes drew
I have learned a thing or two, wherever I’m going I’m going with you
Wherever I’m going I’m going with you

Every September in the front yard
The trees will hold their leaves like cards
You were the hand that I was dealt
You’re so good at hurting yourself
We’re so good at hurting ourselves

Sobering are the arms of a clock
I could tell you just wanted to talk
Why do you need the pills to sleep?
To kill the monsters in your memory
To kill the monsters in your memory
To kill the monsters in your memory
To kill the monsters in your memory
To kill the monsters in your memory
To kill the monsters in your memory
All the years the changes drew
(To kill the monsters in your memory)
All the years the changes drew
(To kill the monsters in your memory)
Wherever I’m going, I’m going, I’m going,
I’m going with you