Text: Broadcast. Message From Home.

I hope that you kept the note
That I left for you to read
Or did you throw it away
For passers by to stop and see
And nothing can account for reasons why I`d be so mean
Why did I open my mouth
Where I know silence should have been

Now the leaves are off the trees
The view is clear, this time of year
And as I watch as you go out
I see the breath side frome your mouth
And nothing can account
For reasons why I`d be so mean
Why do I open my mouth
Where silence should have been

You never kept the note
That I left for you to read
I know you threw it away
I saw it blow around the streets
And nothing can account
For reasons why I`d be so mean
Why do I open my mouth
Where I know silence should have been