rise in the morning at sunrise strangers around me sleep soundly at rest phones and computers become me signals stretch back to the lands that i ve left and oh in the quiet times i count up the things that i lack and slip through the road lines the trail of wandering back i left you while you were sleeping left you the warmth in your bed where i lay you left me a love worth keeping you left me a diary to count off the days and so in the quiet times i savour the things that i miss and slip through the road lines and wonder how i came to this i guess you never know loss til you have something to lose choice til you have something to choose choose so give me my quiet times to mourn for the things that i ve lost and find me on the road lines counting the miles and the cost so i never knew loss cause i had nothing to lose choice cause i had nothing to choose but oh all the things you do the way that you close your door the way that you guard your shores darling i m coming home soon2