The Silent Ballad

(mmmmm-hmm) I watched the fog roll over the hill

Everything quiet,

everything still

Just the creak of the floorboards under my feet

And the morning light making its slow retreat

Oh, the time we take to find our way

Lost in the words we meant to say (ooh-ooh)

There is a picture

framed on the wall

Back when we felt so ten feet tall

Now the dust settles down in the quiet space

Leaving a trace of a familiar face

Oh, the time we take to find our way

Lost in the words we meant to say (ooh-ooh)

And we hold on tight to the things we knew

Hoping the old wind blows us through

Lost in the words... (mmmmm)