Lyrics
Guess you never really stuck around
All that long anywhere
I guess I should have known that you'd skip town
You always did catch me unawares
Looking now at your debris
These trails of paper strewn across the floor
Towards an open door
Look at all you've gathered, all you own
Hold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather?
If the things you feel outsmart the things you know
It's almost time, it's almost time to go
I don't know if you struggled at the end
I know at times you fought like hell
I know that sleep was never quite your friend
I hope that now you're resting well
Old band names and alma maters
A patchwork quilt of people you have been
Tattooed on your skin
Look at all you've gathered, all you own
Hold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather?
If the things you feel outsmart the things you know
It's almost time, it's almost time to go
Think of people, places you have known
Sculpted out of sand, the tide's coming in and we're going nowhere
If your feet are still in shoes that they've outgrown
It's almost time, it's almost time
Think of seed you've scattered and you've sown
All out of your hands, lost in the wind like a little feather
And the things you feel outsmart the things you know
It's almost time, it's almost time
It's almost time, it's almost time
It's almost time, it's almost time to go