Thank God I’m back in my car    And driving home, and driving home    Cause the air was thin and so cold    Back in there    It was my first time    Won't be my last time    And the questions rise    Expectations fall    In light of it all       There aren't words to say,    Words aren't remembered    The presence is    A good friend once told me    And he was there, he was there    She wasn’t there    And it’s not fair, it’s not fair       What crimes have you committed    Demanding such penance    That couldn't wait for five more minutes    And I cry for help    Cause this room is so peaceful    And this room is so quiet    And I hate the silence    And I can’t walk    The center aisle       I’ve been here for over three hours    Behind the flowers    So beautiful and young    And so alive    And so in need of someone,    Someone to talk to them    Cause theirs are fragile lives       What crimes have you committed    Demanding such penance    That couldn't wait for five more minutes    And I cry for help    Cause this room is so peaceful    And this room is so quiet    And I hate the silence    And I can’t walk    The center aisle       I think about my brother    And how I just stood there    My hands in my pockets,    And my heart in my throat       Thank god I’m back in my car    And driving home, and driving home    But in that place I leave    All my days    I’ve taken life for granted    And the words I wrote for her    And my best friend crying    And a young girl lying    On all our hearts       What crimes have you committed    Demanding such penance    That couldn't wait for five more minutes    And I cry for help    Cause this room is so peaceful    And this room is so quiet    And I hate the silence    And I can’t walk    The center aisle