Shadow of a Son

It's just you, at the window pane
 if you breathe just right you can write your name
 just a couple of lines, in a liars game
 and nobody's listening anyway
 it's just you, at the marketplace,
 with your basket full up of empty space
 and nothing to buy, but time to waste
 and nobody's listening anyway
 you do all your talking, in a one way telephone
 just a lonely voice that craves the sound of its echo
 you're the dial tone
 it's just you,
 making all those plans, what you gonna do, who you do it with
 and the roads all end up circling
 and nobody's listening anyway
 it's just you, waking up at night
 with a dream so real,
 you were sure you died
 you were falling, fighting, man you were flying
 and nobody's listening anyway
 you do all your talking, in a one way telephone
 just a lonely voice that craves the sound of its echo
 you're the dial tone
 it's just you, at the window pane,
 if you breathe just right you can breathe again
 just a couple of days, in a year of rain
 and nobody's listening anyway