Can I pull this from the air? Do I have the strength to fight?nOr will I hold my tongue till it passes through the long and balmy night?nAnd a mother sets the table, cleans the dishes with her handsnPassed down through the poking and the proddingnAnd the don't let this get in the way of your plansnnOh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe throughnOh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe throughnnCan I hope for the something more?nCan I hope for something real?nStanding tall in the backyard, praying to my trees for something to feelnAnd I hear him pulling up, I hear the door slammed innThe slow whistle of his cigarette and all I want is to peel the paint from his skinnnOh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe throughnOh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe throughnnCan't let it go, can't let it gonThis is the last time I'll feel it therenCan't let it go, because I knownEven if I shut my blinds he's still out there,nStill out there.nnOh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe throughnOh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe throughnAnd forget the me and the you.