Nhạc sĩ: Steve Gillette, Charles John Quarto
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Looking out this evening, waiting for myself
I can't tell what's missing and what's mine
I only know I'm leaving a little easy farewell
It's hard to tell what else I'll leave behind
But it seems to me, at a time like this
Only silence can say what is real
Crying, don't cry, don't cry
Don't even come close to the way that I feel
Some dreams are not for sleeping
Some nights are not for rest
Some stories are better left inside
I'll keep on believing that it's all for the best
Let the beckoning highway provide
But it seems to me, at a time like this
Only silence can say what is real
Crying, don't even come close
To the way that I feel
Crying, don't even come close
To the way that I feel
Crying, don't even come close