I opened up the music box    I wish you would have changed the locks    To keep me from replaying    All the feelings I’ve been saving    I did not keep them locked inside    I did not take my steps in stride    Thought you were bluffing, trampled on you    Went from friends to nothing    Radio turns to gold    And paves the way    To find my home    When I’m alone    Overeager and underway    I risked it all, I had to say    What opened me up for the beating    But the heart is for bleeding    With scraps of songs I paste along    The seams of my clumsy tongue    In hopes of creating the golden notes    That might bring you back to me       Radio turns to gold    And paves the way    To find my home    When I’m alone       Like phantoms on the highway    After holiday, gritting their teeth    Racing to find a place for their soul    Or at least a place…that's less familiar    We offer up our heart before    The heart's invited or asked for    Oh no, here I go my friend, I’m repeating    But the heart is for bleeding…    And I've said all I can say    I am retreating, on my way    Music box, play my song I’ll sing along    To that bitterly sweet tone…    When I’m alone...