The Way:
When it's easier to drown than it is to swim,
And you wouldn't have it any other way.
When the bright lights of your sleep fade and dim
In the harsh dark of the day.
You need to be offered a rope
But you're too scared to ask.
Why risk your one true hope
When you could hide behind the mask?

Don't cry Casey, even though it feels so right,
Because not all our dreams are true.
We're just waiting for the best goodnight,
As we sink too far into view.
So wash your hands, wash your heart,
And pretend you can make it all clean,
Close your eyes, close your mind,
Unsee the sights you've seen.

But tonight we'll catch a ride,
And fly through the fog and snow.
We'll revisit what we thought had died,
Even though we know tomorrow it'll all go.
And tonight alone we'll see it all,
And we'll stay above the ground,
And we'll forget that soon we'll have to fall,
And that it gets ever harder to come down.