I've been sleeping with the lights on, buried in regrets Breaking into sweats, naked as a falling leaf It's a natural reaction, driven to distraction Clawing at the ghosts I'll never meet Oh, I don't know, where they go When they vanish in the corner of my eye And I, don't know why, I don't know If they stay below or rise up to the sky But I'm letting go I'm letting go It's a history that never really grows I'm letting go I'm letting go It's a silent wind that never really blows I'm letting go I'm a slave without a master, heading for disaster Kicking up the dust in the middle of the road I've been waiting on a free ride ticket To a seaside thicket on the edge of Puget Sound And there I'll sit, and I'll admit That I was only just a guest inside my skin And by the dawn, I'll be gone And I won't be holding on to anything again But I'm letting go I'm letting go It's a history that never really grows I'm letting go I'm letting go It's a silent wind that never really blows I'm letting go