Packing it in and crawling back out Leaving the city with blood in my mouth Sun going down, young mist fills the sky Street kids sit laughing, cold wind in their eyes It’s not just the bustle or the threat of bad news The crossroads of borders or the mud in my shoes The silence that I clung to when I lost control Love tell me the distance you’re willing to go Still projecting shadows on the recess of my mind, I'm alright Still collecting memories of all kinds Holding steady, reeling from the weight of the marching time Light on your face in the sand by the sea The sounds of our children, their paddling feet I’d remember my mother, and her voice in the yard The breast that I’d cling to when things came apart Books collecting dust for every song I couldn’t write, sheets of white Resurrecting memories from old lines Holding steady, reeling from the weight of the marching time