Steps outside Door leading back down To the neighbors yard I'm coming back down again Creation traded for my blackened lung Steps outside How is this what it was And I'll drown in this town again This place lacks fine lines It's more of washes The dark light softer The grey in motion The future tilted But never moving Waiting to begin Don't carry it all Carry it all inside your head Steps from you Once knew me better than anyone We won't say a word And would it matter Anyhow? They'll just rattled around In this empty house Steps from you Know I Never thought about this part Growing up Running errands out on Sunday Heading down to Carolina Playing piano in the darkned living room Living miles from this house Why would we talk about it now Would it matter If we did now Or if we didn't Would it matter In the scheme of The scheme of things Don't carry it all Carry it all inside your head