Somewhere In The Gray

There's a letter I keep starting every Sunday in my head,
but I let it fall to silence, and I leave it all unsaid.
I went hiding in my corner, drew a line and called it pride —
and the room got that much colder with the two of us inside.

And the quiet's grown so heavy where your laughter used to live,
I keep rehearsing all the words I never learned to forgive.
I dug in on my own side and I swore I'd never bend —
but that don't mean I ever stopped missing you, my friend.

Could we find our way to common ground, somewhere in the gray?
Could you give a little, I'll give a little, till we meet halfway?
And I tried to hold a grudge, I'll be honest — I just couldn't take it.

Now I'm standing at this borderline I gave so long to build,
with the bricks I never needed and a silence I can't fill.
If you're weary of the distance, of the shouting and the cold,
I will set my burden down right here if you'll loosen up your hold.

Could we find our way to common ground, somewhere in the gray?
Could you give a little, I'll give a little, till we meet halfway?
And I tried to hold a grudge, I'll be honest — I just couldn't take it.

Could we find our way to common ground,
(find our way somehow)
somewhere up in the open air,
(somewhere out there now)
golden-hearted stranger, are you still out there?