Will I fall when you go
Down the hill as you leave Buffalo
I'd beat on your plowshare till it cuts like a sword
Filled with the hunger as I wade through the door

If I count down the time
Carry your fame on the edge of a dime
If you brought me my morning I would nip at your heels
Pain in my stomach I can't hide with three meals

I'm still here today
Empty when you took your silence away
When every morning I heed at your song
I've been holding out wrong

I'm sure you won't mind
My thinking you're the torturing kind
For all of this grace I could hold in my hands
It's only the hunger that you'll understand.

I'm still here today
Empty when you took your silence away
When every morning I heed at your song
I've been holding out wrong

When I fall as you go
Down the hill as you leave Buffalo
Will I wait by your window will I beat on your door
To prove you won't come back here