The Ghosts We Leave Behind
As I walk these hills, I can’t go home
Standing in the rain under graveyard trees
There’s nothing between, these empty hands and me

Do not count the graves, there’s nothing left to say
The water runs, the blood runs
And the wheels begin to turn
And I begin to cry
At green winters and all we leave behind

I haven’t slept in days, just take and take
And walk away
Leaving the rain and the shade
And the holes between