Blank books, no songs; Baby, I've been doing this for too long. Night falls and we go under, I ain't getting any younger So I closed the door I said 'Thank you for the ride' And I know you can tell there's something else Trying to force its way outside. But I just dig my heels in hard against the slow flood of time And I said 'Never you mind; some things are better kept aside.' Cultivate a quiet rage; Well I'm getting used to being avoided like the plague. Just wanted you to know you're wrong, That it was me and never you I'm running from. So I closed the door I said 'Thank you for the ride' And I know you can tell there's something else Trying to force its way outside. But I just dig my heels in hard against the slow flood of time And I said 'Never you mind; some things are easier just to hide.'