Original
Billy Strings
William Apostol, Jon Weisberger, Aaron Allen
William Apostol, Jon Weisberger, Aaron Allen

Lyrics

It’s something cold like what I stuck around to fight through And it gets feeling tougher every day I feel like everybody likes to run their mouth but can’t decide on what it is they’re tryin’ to say There’s nothing wrong with hearing voices Even when they’re in your dreams And if you’d listen in tomorrow could be better than it seems I used to think I couldn’t even count my blessings But now I know they’re few and far between And when I look at my reflection in the mirror I can see some man I’ve never even seen The wasted life I left behind me Was just a war I couldn’t win I’m the devil’s guest of honor that’s the best it’s ever been Little said is soonest mended Without a wing a word could fly a 1,000 miles I’d rather be abandoned or alone Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind I know a man whose pain is heavy like an anchor and it drags him to the bottom of the sea His cloudy eyes are often lost behind a daydream Or frozen in some broken memory I’ve never heard him speak about what happened He’ll never say what laid him low There are secrets that we carry that are ours to bare alone You said a love that’s kept in secret dies in darkness And a soul needs to confess to be set free So I’m lifting back the cover of my heart, dear And hoping that you’ll do the same for me It’s not too pretty, but it’s open It’s the only way I know to tell you true I’d walk the world alone before I’d ever walk away from you Little said is soonest mended Without a wing a word could fly a 1,000 miles I’d rather be abandoned or alone Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind If you can link your value to your wallet or a key chain Or a locked wrought iron fence around your yard Living check to check, a skinny tie around your neck On stolen time and borrowed numbers off a card You blink and life is left behind you There’s no escape, that’s just a fact We’re all a dollar short and every one of us is running out of track Little said is soonest mended Without a wing a word could fly a 1,000 miles I’d rather be abandoned or alone Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind Little said is soonest mended Without a wing a word could fly a 1,000 miles I’d rather be abandoned or alone Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind