I Quit Being the Sun

(Verse 1)

I kept the garden watered when the earth was turning dry

I held the heavy end of every "hello" and "goodbye"

I was the one who dialed the number, the one who drove the miles

The architect of every catch-up, the keeper of the smiles

I thought we built a bridge together, stone by heavy stone

But I was just a mason working out there on my own.

(Chorus)

And the silence isn't empty, it’s a heavy kind of light

That shows me who was standing there when I stepped out of sight

It’s not the graying in the mirror or the quiet in the hall

It’s knowing if I didn't reach out they wouldn't reach back at all

The loneliest part of getting old is just figuring out what's done

And seeing which seeds never grew after I stopped being the sun.

Yes, It’s seeing which seeds never grew after I stopped being the sun.

(Verse 2)

I decided on Tuesday night just to let the ringing end

To see if love and gravity would bring them back to me again

But the phone stayed cold and the porch swing stayed still

The mail was only flyers and a dusty electric bill

And then the realization hit me like a winter's sudden bite

They weren't walking with me—they were just hitching a ride.

(Chorus)

And the silence isn't empty, it’s a heavy kind of light

That shows me who was standing there when I stepped out of sight

It’s not the graying in the mirror or the quiet in the hall

It’s knowing if I didn't reach out they wouldn't reach back at all

The loneliest part of getting old is just figuring out what's done

And seeing which seeds never grew after I stopped being the sun.

Yes, It’s seeing which seeds never grew after I stopped being the sun

(Bridge)

Our friendship wasn't mutual, it was just a one-way street

A performance that I paid for, just to keep my circle sweet

Now, there’s a freedom in the ghosting, though it leaves a bitter taste

To finally stop the labor of a love that was only a waste.

(Chorus)

And the silence isn't empty, it’s a heavy kind of light

That shows me who was standing there when I stepped out of sight

It’s not the graying in the mirror or the quiet in the hall

It’s knowing if I didn't reach out they wouldn't reach back at all

The loneliest part of getting old is just figuring out what's done

And seeing which seeds never grew after I stopped being the sun.

Yes, It’s seeing which seeds never grew after I stopped being the sun

(Outro)

So I’ll sit here with my tea-cup, and watch the clock upon the wall

Content to let the ones who want to wander ... Just let them fall

I’m older now and wiser, and my time is feeling small

But at least the ones who stay here...

Actually do love me after all

It's seeing which seeds never grew after I stopped being the sun.

Yes, It’s seeing which seeds never grew after I stopped being the sun