Although you may have thought that you did right,
Your selfish choice to leave three hatching eggs
Has made a canyon in our chests.
Your precious nest, us three,
We shovel dirt and seeds of trust
We've made from canyon dust
To fill the void you've made in we.

We are trying to lead a role that just didn't fit you
To be there for ourselves.
We are learning to fill the shoes that you never wanted.
(You threw 'em away, threw 'em away, threw 'em out.)

That you did right, your selfish move
To flee three fledging birds
Has made a canyon in our chests
Your precious nest, us three,
We shovel dirt and seeds of trust
We've made from canyon dust.

We are trying to lead a role that just didn't fit you
To be there for ourselves.
We are learning too.

Although you may have thought that you did right,
Your selfish choice to flee three fledging birds
Has made a canyon in our chests.
Your precious nest, us three, we shovel dirt
And seeds of trust we've made from canyon dust
To fill the void you've made in we.

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): REBECCA THOMAS STEVENS