There's a howling in my veins Driving nails out in the rain I can't stand to feel that feeling Pushing ink around revealing A new old pain There's a crying in my shame That's always been the same I can't stand to face that music That comes so easy When I'm leaving again What's the point of al the walls I've been building in my head? I'd do better painting houses instead There's a memory in my name That's black as Miller's Cave I can't stand to face that weather That comes rolling in no matter Where I stay What's the point of all the calls That I've been making to the dead? I'd do better to just hang up instead Don't take it out on them They're only trying to comfort you And help you in some kind of way Don't take it out on them They're only trying to set you free And help you in some kind of way It's another kind of living today