From the recording Rumors of My Death

Lyrics

who’s going to tell you? i’m trying to be there
friday night, 11:30pm, 68 miles an hour
i’m slipping, i’m spinning, i’m turning
i’m tripping but i’m not burning
i forget the things i’ve learned
saturday, 3:15 a.m., there’s a knock on my door
you’re crying and i can’t bear it
i’m trying to be there to share it
i’m flying, i’m anywhere but here
who’s going to tell you that I am gone?
who’s going to tell you that i was wrong?
who’s going to break the news that i won’t be home?