Back To What We Know

Orphans

Back To What We Know
(Boudreau)

Packed in some old suitcase in the back of a closet shelf
Holds the stories that all but tell themselves
And maybe long forgotten or on the tip of a razors tongue
They demand a ransom for our young

It cries ‘Oh no, where does the time go
I hate to be the one to tell ya so
Come on and walk with me along these random streets
That only lead us back to what we know

It never had a frame so the edges were quite frayed
But the image well its quite as clear as day
Deafened by a whisper I swore we all could hear
The silence comes through loud n clear

Oh no
Anyway the wind might blow
I hate to be the one to tell ya so
Fly with me across my endless sea
That always leads us back to what we know