nothing rings out like silence in the absence of your speech
to feed back and bleed back into a deafening screech
someone please direct me to sanity
the man-in-me and vanity are banning from finally:

crying - last night is in the sky
denying - january is in her eyes

for winter has come without a word in her mouth
i think its time for this bird to fly south

Chorus
i dont need to speak your name
they can see it in my face
always laugh six times when you walk away from me

two times for tomorrow's long drive
four times for today's good bye
laugh six times when you walk away from me

nothing is as loud as footsteps when running to the phone
steady echoing down I-5 into your alternate home
waking all in the hall to catch that call
until i fell down and scraped my knee

crying - last night is in the sky
denying - january is in her eyes

for winter has come without a word in her mouth
i think its time for this bird to fly south