Letting Go - The Rural Alberta Advantage

It’s time to let you go

In the dark, I’m waiting in the cold

You know

Full night drive’s pretty far

Then again, pretty close

It’s time to let you go

The fire’s for the lies you never want to know

But we know

And the marks on the walls

I can sense some fire getting close

In the lonely night

Fire’s getting low, you don’t really know

Til you know

Now I don’t know

In the lonely night

Cars getting close

Fire’s getting low

Do you really know

All your songs well they touched me to

Bitter core

Head like a drone

We’re not getting young

No, tonight I walk with these heavy thoughts

They’re getting old

There’s your counting on

When this body’s a waste of blood

Read the braille on the aching skies

Feverish dreams needing cyclical thoughts

You’ll be somewhat close to those

Are we defined by blood

The tale of raging skies

I was never one to get a lesson

It’s hard to know

It’s time to let go