There's a crack in the sound
There's an opening with answers to be found
But I turn back and continue to hold
Myself as a product of the cold
I light a cheap cigarette
I don't smoke but I'm trying to forget
Oh my God please tell me how
To breathe in and start living in the now
Every time that I run
I forget all the good shit I've done
Is it time I touch the ground
And find the patience to wait and hear the sound?
I trace it back to the start
In Colorado where I gave away my heart
The silent snow told me to go
"Keep on runnin' boy 'till your feet leave the ground"