for a few good men

a man begins to walk towards the horizon

counting up the debt that he has put himself through

calls everyone he knows

says goodbye to friends and me and you

white little lies that were fine keep us going

too much time in our eyes to make right

what we know is wrong

a man carves two initials into maple

hoping they will spark up all the things he wish he'd feel

these trees have no idea what they're in for

'cause fire feels so real

white little lies that in time they'll stop running

too much time in our eyes to hold tight

the warmth that we need

here's what to say to the love that you want

when they're gone

you're always wrong

the time we spent together when the light was out became my thought of you

oh it's way too dark to read in here

this fairytale just ain't coming true

a man is lying dying on the side walk

tracing down the edges of his tarnished wedding ring

the cardboard sign in front of him says: change won't change a thing"