What are you trying to tell me?
     Can’t you hear what I’m trying to say?
Do you sometimes wonder if we know?
I’ve learned that some of our questions
           unspoken or not
           may never have really been heard
           never really have been heard

They may seem lost
     They may yet be found
behind your soul’s locked doors
Sometimes they return when
           you and I least expect them
           in some written or spoken word
           in a written or a spoken word

Someday I may awaken
     to find you’ve up and gone
and I’ll probably claim to not know why
But you’ll have explained it all to me
           perhaps not in so many words
           and I just won’t have wanted to hear
           No, I wouldn’t want to hear

I want to understand
     the meaning of all of those things
you’re so desperately trying to tell
And I’m learning to listen, though
           with my heart and with my soul
           for what I never hear with my ears
           I’ll never hear them with my ears

There’s a certain level of comfort
     and always a measure of surprise
to be found amid our verses and our lines
And from within your silent armor
           behind the truth, within the lies
           I know it will all be there for us
           in your own time

     I know it will all be there for us
           in your own time