one morning this sadness will fossilize and I will forget how to cry I'll keep going to work and you won't see a change save perhaps a slight gray in my eye I will go jogging routinely calmly and rhythmically run and when I find that a knife's sticking out of my side I'll pull it out without questioning why then one warm summer night I'll hear fireworks outside and I'll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry I will be married to silence the gentleman won't say a word but you know, oh you know in the quiet he holds runs a river that will never find home then one warm summer night I'll hear fireworks outside and I'll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry