Turn the page and leave the blanks
With a plot that's less defined.
And though I won't get back
I could go to bed at night
Leave that what can't be changed in the past
Let the old house burn down
And the wind scatter the ash
Forgive myself for all the broken glass
For what I didn't know how to say or ask
Turn the page and leave the blanks
With a plot that's less defined.
And though I won't get back
I could go to bed at night
Verse: Here's the scene when I lost my map
When the breadcrumbs blew away
And there was no way back
Just the compass of my heart to find the path
Seen only dark, flash to lighting flash
Turn the page and leave the blanks
With a plot that's less defined.
And though I won't get back
I could go to bed at night
Bridge There are stories shaped like stones
The ones our hearts have always know
The ones we finally call our own
Down where the spirit meets the bone
I'm ending where another story starts
At the edges I can grow, even when their razor sharp.
I'm grateful for the words that I bookmarked,
Before I really knew, I'd need them for this part
Turn the page and leave the blanks
With a plot that's less defined.
And though I won't get back
I could go to bed at night