1997

There is a truckload
On the side of the road
It’s been abandoned, dear
What has been started here

There is an empty house
And an overgrown grassy yard
It’s been abandoned, dear
What has been started here

Oh, would you give me a whistle
I will blow their cover
Give me a whisper
They will take cover

And I’ve been weak
I will speak when I'm spoken to
And I’ve been small
I will crawl when I'm tempted by them

Oh, would you give me a whistle
I will blow their cover
Give me a whisper
They will take cover

And I’ve been weak
I will speak when I'm spoken to
And I’ve been small
I will crawl when I'm tempted by them

And it won’t happen again
And I will end this match
And I will let in the air
Let out the dust and sand
And I'm not about to break
And I learned the hard way
That the more I let them in
The more I grew small within