It's the line of least resistance,
It's the point of no return.
You have to make your own mistakes
If you're ever gonna learn.
If you want to go forward,
If you want to get somewhere.
Well I can safely claim
That I've made more than my fair share.

It's the worm that eats the apple,
It's the locust in the corn.
If you venture out into the night
You have to dress up warm.
It's the evening that creeps up on you,
It's the night ahead you fear.
The curtain descends once again
And it gets so dark in here.

It looks real from the outside
But I just feel like a fraud.
So I guess I'll just go quietly,
Leave no mark upon the world.
Go quietly, go quietly, go now.

It's the devil in the detail,
It's the dirt under my nails,
It's the medicine I depend upon
And the cure that never fails.
It's the skin that I keep shedding,
It's the lines drawn on my face,
It's the things I never missed
Until they were gone without a trace.

Now the papers rise like pigeons
As they're lifted on the breeze,
And I depart discreetly,
Close the door behind me.
Go quietly, go quietly, go now.

It's the pages of the calendar,
And the turning of the clock.
It's the slowing of the engines
And the grinding to a stop.

I once did this for pleasure
Now it just feels like a chore.
So I guess I'll just leave quietly
And softly close the door.

It looks real from the outside
But I just feel like a fraud.
So I guess I'll just go quietly,
Leave no mark upon the world.
Go quietly, go quietly, go quietly, go quietly, go now.