whistling in the woods.

We move on to move up.

We get over that to get here.

We say goodbye to say hello.

And we're always run away to get toward something else.

My heart said goodbye last night, so i can say hello.

My eyes closed last night, so my mind can see it clear.

My feet moved last night, so they can stand over there.

And my hands got cold last night, so someone else can make them warm.

He walked in as you were leaving.

He put his arms where yours used to fit.

He stands in your fading footprints.

And he gets the calls that used to be for you.