Sing What We Cannot Say

I can't think when I'm standing still
So I'll walk till my feet complain
And the sun grows red
Just like a rose that ya throw at the end of a play
See the curtain is falling down
And the singer's undressing backstage
And she nods at the applause
She sings what we cannot say
It's just a step to the mailbox
It's a walk to the new hotel
And to your door it's a half tank of gas
And a road that I've traveled well
I'll pull onto the highway
And turn on the radio
And keep my ear tuned
For a good line
I can steal for my arsenal
I'll pull onto the highway
And turn on the radio
And keep my ear tuned
For a good line
A rose for my arsenal
I keep some leaves in the glovebox
And I'm drunk on a box of wine
The radio voices crumbled away
When I hit the state line
It was the night of your whale song
And the eve of a new saint's day
And I was speechless
Just like the stars
Won't you sing what we cannot say
It was the night of your whale song
And the eve of a new saint's day
And I was speechless
Just like the stars
Won't you sing what we cannot say