racing to get back home, pull back the reins, break the bit,
turn this course I've known
lost upon a windy sea, a tiny rudder holds the key
this caravel is headed straight to
help me to break these words I can't take back
i can't stay quiet

i still stumble and fall. even if i'm forced to crawl

why should i apologize
for holding onto what i know is true

water, it covers me, it salts the earth, it dries the sea
keep me under fire
can a tree change it's leaves, opposites from the same stream
i think we all know it's impossible
we praise and curse, but which one is worse
i can't stay quiet

why should i apologize
for holding onto what i know is true

consider this, that a forest so great
can be lost, can be set ablaze
just one spark can seal its fate
conceal the sky in a charcoal haze
only rain can douse the blaze
cleanse the earth from the mess we've made
soothe the wounds from a sharpened blade
from the words we wished we'd saved

why should i apologize
for holding onto what i know is true

only rain can douse the blaze
cleanse the earth from the mess we've made
soothe the wounds from a sharpened blade
from the words we wished we'd saved