Just a boy on a street corner as the evening fades Empty book under his elbow so familiar it's strange Just these tired fingers hell bent on letting go So high from the singing as I make my way home Chorus: It's the story of the story It's the still place behind my words It's the look on his face that makes me think he heard All these vanishing points I've learned They said it'd be easy to find Simple as a dot and two lines If I held my straight edge I'd be fine Failed to mention limits of the naked eye Chorus: Moving through this dark country Thinking how would I know? If the one that disappeared Could've been standing so close? Chorus: