The Heights - Matthew Good

Untouched snow covered the ground

I stepped into the street, the city silent in the darkness

And as I walked I heard the sound

Of your heart there beating, still and sweet and unsuspecting

Of the note sitting on the counter

Put down in a hurried hand, ill conceived and poorly written

I threw my phone into the trash

So as I walked I felt the wash out of disappearing

Oh, the heights

Oh, the weight

Baby, I ain’t kidding no one

You know I never was no saint

No, I never was no saint

Somewhere between BC and Montana

We stopped somewhere, and I sat there and thought’ve calling

Maybe to make sure that you were okay

Maybe to make myself feel better in some fucked up way

As if you’d answer and be glad

As if you wouldn’t lose it

As if you’d understand

But life don’t happen out that way

You don’t get to break shit, drop the broom and walk away

Oh, the heights

Oh, the weight

Baby, I ain’t kidding no one

You know I never was no saint

No, I never was no saint

Oh, the heights

Oh, the weight

Baby, I ain’t kidding no one

You know I never was no saint

No, I never was no saint

No, I never was no saint

No, I never was no saint

Untouched snow covered the ground

I stepped out into the street

And I turned around