the beauty of love is the courage it takes   the break the evolving chain   but the problem with life is you can’t do it twice   and you don’t understand why you came   you came from the hills of an old logging town   I remember the sound of the road   and the silence that speaks in a small town like this   its secrets in all of its homes   I remember the way that your body would lay   in my arms as we tried to forget   and the way your eyes stare up at the sky   even when were inside our home   said I would always be home   said I would always be home   said I would never lock you outside   outside      and I saw you walking today   you were standing alone outside   so I stared at your back as you stared   at the sky      was afraid that you might turn around   was afraid that you might see me   so I turned my face down to the ground   to hide      when you turned it was somebody else   when you turned it was somebody else   when you turned it was somebody else   outside, outside      it will always be somebody else   it will always be somebody else   it will always be somebody else   it will always be somebody else   it will always be somebody else   it will always be somebody else   it will always be somebody else   it will always be somebody else   outside, outside