[00:22.34]Well as a child I mostly spoke inside my head
[00:27.83]I had conversations with the clouds the dogs the dead
[00:33.13]And they thought my broken that my tongue was coated lead
[00:36.89]But I just couldn't make my words make sense to them
[00:41.06]If you only listen with your ears I can't get in
[00:49.36]And I spent my evenings pulling stars out of the sky
[00:54.66]And I'd arrange them on the lawn where I would lie
[01:00.22]And in the wind I'd taste the dreams of distant lives
[01:03.58]And I would dress myself up in them through the night
[01:08.08]While my folks would sleep in separate beds and wonder why
[01:57.34]And through them days I was a ghost atop my chair
[02:02.53]My dad considered me a cross he had to bear
[02:08.02]And in my head I'd sing apologies and stare
[02:11.64]As my mom would hang the clothes across the line
[02:15.63]And she would try to keep the empty from her eyes
[02:24.06]So then one afternoon I dressed myself alone
[02:29.48]I packed my pillowcase with everything I owned
[02:34.97]And in my head I said goodbye then I was gone
[02:38.85]And I set out on the heels of the unknown
[02:43.02]So my folks could have a new life of their own
[02:47.39]So that maybe I could find someone
[02:50.95]Who could hear the only words that I'd known