when i'm alone

i opened up the music box

i wish you would have changed the locks

to keep me from replaying

all the feelings i've been saving

i did not keep them locked up inside

i did not take my steps in stride

thought you were bluffing

trampled on you

went from friends to nothing

radio turns to gold

and paves the way

to find my home

when i'm alone

overeager and underway

i risked it all

i had to say

what opened me up for the beating

but the heart is for bleeding

with scraps of songs i paste along

the seams of my clumsy tongue

in hopes of creating the golden notes

that might bring you back to me

radio turns to gold

and paves the way

to find my home

when i'm alone

like phantoms on the highway

after holiday

gritting their teeth

racing to find a place for their soul

or at least a place. that's less familiar

we offer up our heart before

the heart's invited or asked for

oh no

here i go my friend

i'm repeating

but the heart is for bleeding. and i've said all i can say

i am retreating

on my way

music box

play my song i'll sing along

to that bitterly sweet tone

when i'm alone.