Don’t talk, don’t say a thing 
Cause your eyes they tell me more than your words 
Cause they say the best way out is through 
And I am short on words knowing what’s occurred 
She begins to leave because of grief
Her bag is now much heavier 
I wish that I could carry her 
But this is her ungodly hour 
I know you’re leaving now 
Cause I held on to my way tightly 
Stay still until you know 
Tomorrow finds the best way out is through 
And I am short on words knowing what’s occurred 
She begins to leave because of grief 
Her bag is now much heavier 
I wish that I could carry her 
But this is our ungodly hour