You...
You have a favorite singer
You bought his albums for the passion you felt in his voice
He spoke in a foreign language I don't understand
I went deaf and cannot hear
Had yelling for a year from fathers, sisters, cars, and kitchens

It's not my fault if you don't hear the noise
They put chills in everyone's shoulders
What's it about us, that can't hear this noise

I hear the sound of feeling at home
I'm forced to forget that where I'm going cause I'm going alone
You will not pay since it is free
You might see my friends but you won't see me getting dumb yet getting smarter

Needing normal, needing stars
Feeling closer sometimes feeling far
Even a terrible golfer can sometimes reach par

It's not my fault if you don't hear the noise
They put chills in everyone's shoulders
What's it about us, that can't hear this noise

I hear the sound of feeling at home
I'm forced to forget that where I'm going cause I'm going alone
I hear the sound of feeling at home
I'm forced to forget that where I'm going cause I'm going alone

I hear the sound of feeling at home
I'm forced to forget that where I'm going cause I'm going alone
I hear the sound of feeling at home
I'm forced to forget that where I'm going cause I'm going alone

I'm going alone
We're going alone