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