Suitcase
Here I go Im handing my heart out like communion
I pour it out in rhythm and rhyme,
Sticks and stone throws wont change my lines.
Tell me how to sing what everyone is feeling
When oh so many others have tried,
Tears on the paper, love in my mind.
Heavy the heartaches, we carry the suitcase
And you can tell it to the weather it wont get any better,
Until you learn to live with your scars
It's all in the suitcase, that holds who you are.
Glory days and bad times are all here in my baggage
Theyre folded up and kept here like clothes,
Throw out the hurtful to lighten the load.
Heavy the heartaches, we carry the suitcase
And you can tell it to the weather it wont get any better,
Until you learn to live with your scars
Heavy the suitcase
Hidden in the pocket space,
The hope you lost in younger days,
And the few you thought you couldnt face,
Theyre travelling today, youre throwing them away.
Heavy the heartaches, we carry the suitcase
And you can tell it to the weather it wont get any better,
Until you learn to live with your scars
It's all in your suitcase, that holds who you are,
That holds who you are.
