The quiet empty roads that lead out of this town are silent now
The only sound is the sound of the crickets hiding away, for the sun is rising
Closed Signs hang on each small store in town, as I wander this ghost town
So subtle is the movements I make to finding my way from here to there
As my brown hair gets caught in the wind, I feel freedom from within
The red sun is rising and only one lonesome person is to be found
I walk along strange dirt paths that lead to homes where everyone is asleep
Peeking through the windows into a world foreign to my own
Where the sheets lay tossed and unkempt, where glasses of coffee lay around
Their eyes in a distant land, I watch them and seek solitude from their peace
This is the Stillness they speak of, the quiet whispers that flow through your ears
That unknown buzz that says so much and says nothing at all
Your feet keep moving through the stillness for reasons unknown
Perhaps you're last trip could've been out of this town, but You wouldn't want that
You'd want to keep on remembering well don't you forget this static, this stillness
These are our last days as children and we're going to keep on passing through it

cheers.