i ve been sleeping with the lights on buried in regrets breaking into sweats naked as a falling leaf it s a natural reaction driven to distraction clawing at the ghosts i ll never meet oh i don t know where they go when they vanish in the corners of my eyes and i don t know why i don t know if they stay below or rise up to the sky but i m letting go i m letting go it s a history that never really grows i m letting go i m letting go it s a silent wind that never really blows i m letting go i m a slave without a master heading for disaster kicking up the dust in the middle of the road i ve been waiting on a free ride ticket to a seaside thicket on the edge of puget sound and there i ll sit and i ll admit that i was only just a guest inside my skin and by the dawn i ll be gone and i won t be holding on to anything again but i m letting go i m letting go it s a history that never really grows i m letting go i m letting go it s a silent wind that never really blows i m letting go