i woke up one windy morning
my mind, still full of mourning
i searched for you along milk cartons
lately, you're all i've been harping about
i told myself you didn't get too far
but once i saw that uncanny car
i knew this was going to steal my heart
and rip me apart
what's it like rusting gold?
why wasn't i ever told
this was going to stab me in my soft spot
what's it like getting your childhood robbed?
lost and no sound,
where are you now?
i hope to see you on the news
while i spend my time in the pews
i followed your path to the cabin in the woods
none of this feels good
the trail you left for me died back there
and how i wish finding you was more clear
lost and no sound,
where are you now?
i hope to see you on the news
while i spend my time in the pews
never thought this story would end this way
i had so much more to say
never really got to say goodbye
when you left, a part of me died
lost and no sound,
where are you now?
i hope to see you on the news
while i spend my time in the pews