From the recording Home - Volume 1
Lyrics
In the morning, curses clamber out of him.
Morning after, memory cupful left for him.
He is sorry, aching bones and aching head.
Sorry statement, drags himself out of the bed.
Don't say a word, 'cause it's nothing that I haven't heard.
Don't say a word, save your breath for what it's worth.
Don't bother talking to me.
Why did he hurt them? He doesn't know, he doesn't say.
Hurt them so much; turns his back and walks away.
Don't say a word, 'cause it's nothing that I haven't heard.
Don't say a word, save your breath for what it's worth.
Don't bother talking to me.
Keeps his silence, never tells them what went on.
Silent running. Turned around and he was gone.