Quarter to
Foreseen violence
When all the rage
Climbs out of the silence
This paper and pen
Always been the weapon of choice
Flavored in red
Trying to keep from raising my voice

And I sing
Oh, oh

Now it's quarter to two
Amidst all the silence
Fighting dawn on a page
Away from the violence
This paper and pen
Always been the weapon of choice
But it's feathered in lead
Always second guessing my choice

So I'll sing
Oh, oh

Finally home
Giving all I know
That'll let me be
Searchin' my soul
For a word
That'll show
Just how much I see

But I sing
Oh, oh

I found a way
To feel away
I finally found
My way back home

Where I sing
Oh, oh

I finally found my way