It's been days since we spoke and I can't keep out of trouble I'm in trouble It's been days since I spoke to anyone, I'm in trouble. I'm in trouble what would you keep if you could only keep one which one of us would survive what would you keep if you could only keep one don't say no don't pack up and go Sunday morning. get on your high horse horse higher higher I feel the cold rain coming down on the road it follows me around and hollows out my bones everyday it tracks me down a little more You're the only image left from my days without detail and the names and events surround me yet but I can't figure in what order they went now I want you to tell me from beginning to end I want you to tell me where we went but now I want you to tell me from beginning to end don't say you can't oh don't say you cant forget sunday morning. get on your high horse horse higher higher I dig my hands into the late spring mud I'm left here weaving all the roots into one I feel alright when I keep my hands occupied I'm working on passing the time