sometimes when the night gets darkest i see you on a lonesome road with nothing but the cold wind to call your own and somewhere in the deep sweet silence i wonder if you wonder too and if ill be able to get through to you cause you dont listen much to what goes on inside until you get caught up in the turning tide youll get over youll get through cause you dont ever think about the things you do youre walk on like a fire burning everything thats in your way until all of options just fade away and everything youve built up slowly crumbles down around your feet and no one in the wide worlds going to care but me cause you dont listen much to what goes on inside until you get got up in the turning tide youll get over youll get through cause you dont ever think about the things you do youll get over youll get through cause you dont ever think about things you do