The Martyr
So it's goodbye, so long
The road that we're on
And the air that we breathe
Is toxic to you and to me
The sky, birds flying high
And the songs that they sing
Sound like my answering machine
They go on and on and on
But I'm not really listening
So now you're gone and I'm
Lost here at sea
As the waves break the bow
Hoping to hit solid ground
What'd you think
These pages you wrote
Would take you away
Nobody likes a martyr
They go on and on and on
But I'm not really
The road that we're on
And the air that we breathe
Is toxic to you and to me
The sky, birds flying high
And the songs that they sing
Sound like my answering machine
They go on and on and on
But I'm not really listening
So now you're gone and I'm
Lost here at sea
As the waves break the bow
Hoping to hit solid ground
What'd you think
These pages you wrote
Would take you away
Nobody likes a martyr
They go on and on and on
But I'm not really
Credits
Writer(s): David Sanford
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