Secret to Let Go
Trying the handle of every car
In the parking lot of the motel
Selling the gold in your tooth in the cold
To somebody who says you can't tell
Visit your mother who's
Washing her boots in the sea
Visit your father who's
Shaving his face with his keys
Ask about those promises
You couldn't get to float
Ask em if there's
Something you should know
I didn't
Know your hands were cold
I didn't
Know my friends got old
I always
Threw the peels of oranges out
Somewhere in the snow
Buying the cans of beef stew with the stamps
That your teacher slid under your desk
Signing the names of the people ashamed
To be seen with your head on their chest
Visit your sister who's
Doing the numbers by hand
Visit your brother who's
Filling his mouth up with sand
Ask 'em if this burning here
Will make it to the coast
Ask 'em if there's
Something you should know
I didn't
Know your hands were cold
I didn't
Know my friends got old
I always
Threw the peels of oranges out
Somewhere in the snow
I don't
Remember how you laughed
I always
Thought I'd get the chance to ask
About the things we'd finally learn
How to both let go
Promises
Your hands were cold
Promises
My friends got old
Promises
The oranges
Promises
The snow
Trying the handle of every car in the parking lot of the motel
In the parking lot of the motel
Selling the gold in your tooth in the cold
To somebody who says you can't tell
Visit your mother who's
Washing her boots in the sea
Visit your father who's
Shaving his face with his keys
Ask about those promises
You couldn't get to float
Ask em if there's
Something you should know
I didn't
Know your hands were cold
I didn't
Know my friends got old
I always
Threw the peels of oranges out
Somewhere in the snow
Buying the cans of beef stew with the stamps
That your teacher slid under your desk
Signing the names of the people ashamed
To be seen with your head on their chest
Visit your sister who's
Doing the numbers by hand
Visit your brother who's
Filling his mouth up with sand
Ask 'em if this burning here
Will make it to the coast
Ask 'em if there's
Something you should know
I didn't
Know your hands were cold
I didn't
Know my friends got old
I always
Threw the peels of oranges out
Somewhere in the snow
I don't
Remember how you laughed
I always
Thought I'd get the chance to ask
About the things we'd finally learn
How to both let go
Promises
Your hands were cold
Promises
My friends got old
Promises
The oranges
Promises
The snow
Trying the handle of every car in the parking lot of the motel
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Writer(s): Michael Young
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