In A Book- In A Box- In The Closet
In A Line- In A Song I Once Heard
In A Moment On A Front Porch Late One June
In A Breath Inside A Whisper Beneath The Mooon

There It Was At The Tip Of My Fingers
There It Was On The Tip Of My Tounge
There You Were And I Had Never Been That Far
There It Was The Whole World Wrapped Inside My Arms
And I Let It All Slip Away

What Do I Do Now That You're Gone
No Back Up Plan No Second Chance
And No One Else To Blame
All I Can Hear In The Silence That Remains
Are The Words I Couldnt Say

Theres A Rain That Will Never Stop Fallin
There A Wall That I Tried To Take Down
What I Should Have Said Just Wouldnt Pass My Lips
So I Held Back And Now We've Come To This
And It Too Late Now

What Do I Do Now That Your Gone
No Back Up Plan No Second Chance
And No One Else To Blame
All I Can Hear In The Silence That Remains
Are The Words I Couldnt Say

What Do I Do Now That Your Gone
No Back Up Plan No Second Chance
And No One Else To Blame
All I Can Hear In The Silence That Remains
Are The Words I Couldnt Say