The listening

You know that I'll get by
I always have before
just because this is hard
doesn't mean I won't endure

I'm standing on the brink of the pain that I once knew
it's time to swim or sink, even though I won't reach you

Trudging on through the downpour
of the tears that fall from grace
breaking down another door
in this lonely time and place

Once the edge is reached it's time to look around
and if you look hard enough you'll find there's higher ground

Hanging on through the downpour
of my tears that fall from grace
kicking down another door
in this lonely time and place

CHORUS:
So when does the listening start?
I guess it's hard to care
if you have no heart
and when will the listening begin?
maybe never if we're blown like leaves
in the silent wind

And as I take a step back
and think about the past
funny how so many things just don't last
and for those whose efforts
come across so effortless
rest assured the path they take leads to nothingness

Who knows if you'll go back and regain what's been lost
you might not have the need with the bridges that you've crossed

Pressing on through the downpour
of your tears that fall from grace
knocking down another door
in this lonely time and place

CHORUS