Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water
Keeps a diary invisibly
In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite
There's a certain search for certainty you know we'll never see

Her hands touch her childhood home in photos that she took
It's one more omission from a high school history book
How whole lives get knifed and pushed aside
To whom it may concern (To whom it may concern)

There's a bus that's leaving half an hour from now (This is to inform)
It won't take her where she really wants to go (your's sincerely your's)
So she sits there with her luggage at her side (your's sincerely your's)
In the empty stations of our empty lives

Take a broken bottle, take a rafter beam, or
Take a needle and a tarnished spoon
Or just words to kill off one more unheard statement
Of another dying afternoon, she says she's leaving soon

So, so long to ten-hour shifts and faking sympathies
Farewell to piles of bills, unpaid utilities
All rolled up and unfurled like a flag, wake up and pack your bag
To whom it may concern (To whom it may concern)

There's a bus that's leaving half an hour from now (This is to inform)
It won't take her where she really wants to go (your's sincerely your's)
So she sits there with her luggage at her side (your's sincerely your's)
Leaving empty stations leaving empty lives

(To whom it may concern)
(This is to inform)
(your's sincerely your's)
(your's sincerely your's)