To Whom It May Concern (Album Version)

Turn the lock to the door

Like I've done so before

I cast a shadow that jumps for the ceiling,

While my body falls fast to the floor

And thinning blood made its way

And it coursed through my veins

A lighter head, quite discouraged, though listless,

And a heavy heart that coddles the pain

But I've been running around, baby,

With my head in the clouds,

But wishful thoughts never stopped the thunder

That drove my head back to the ground

And I see shame in their eyes

As I come stumbling by

Staring hard with their hands slightly pointing

How I wish someone held onto mine

But I've been running around, baby,

With my head in the clouds

But wishful thoughts never stopped the thunder

That drove my head back to the ground

(no, no, no)

And here are the last words I'll say

Before I go away

Silent lips forcing pen onto paper

That'll go to whomever it may