Oh, the road.

There's a tree on the side of the road,

I leave my load there,

as I pass each day to work.

When i drive back,

I welcome it inside,

greeting softly

"Tell me what I haven't known"

As it whispers into my chest,

all the things I haven't known,

my chest begins to crack

out leaks the diamond

I used to try to patch

The holes I make

the holes they made

The diamond leaks, and I can't breathe

so

I drive

my load gets closer

and soon maybe

There will be a tree on the side of the road

That forever holds my load.