Tiny Wooden Crosses

Hang my head
Off the edge of the bed
Tryin' to find the nerve
Sometimes it's best not to speak
'Cause it only makes things worse
The words don't exist
To cut the abyss
I sink slowly into
When the sun's early rays
Slip from my gaze
And the darkness
Comes into view
These nights I wake up reachin'
Trying to pull you close
There ain't a class for teachin'
How to let go of a ghost
I see you in my wins
And I see you in my losses
I see you on each highway
In Tiny Wooden Crosses
I remember when we were seven
Playin' on the swings
I hope I's wrong about heaven
And you somehow found your wings
I find myself just coastin'
Down these old lamplit streets
Unable to talk
Still in shock
Just shufflin' my feet
These nights I wake up reachin'
Trying to pull you close
There ain't a class for teachin'
How to let go of a ghost
I see you in my wins
And I see you in my losses
I see you on each highway
In Tiny Wooden Crosses
So many things I wish I'd said
But never found the time
If you could see inside my head
You're always on my mind
I'm gettin' it together
I know you'd want me to
Even in this stormy weather
There's livin' left to do
These nights I wake up reachin'
Trying to pull you close
There ain't a class for teachin'
How to let go of a ghost
I see you in my wins
And I see you in my losses
I see you on each highway
In Tiny Wooden Crosses