He Won't Answer TRADUCCIÓN - Grieves (Impressão)

He Won't Answer

Another night in this black water rain cloud

Kickin through the puddles on his way up to the Greyhound and,

In his pocket is a letter from his mother, folded up sayin...

(Where have you beeen?)

Yeah, but he won't write back

Left his whole life on the nightstand

Open up his wounds and let em bleed onto the white sand

And you can label him another problem typecast

And stay the hell away from him like everybody else has

And that's exactly why he flees to the road

Nother notch in the war club he keeps in his soul

And if you ever saw him swing it you would easily know

And have the worried urge to ask him

(Where have you beeen?)

Yeah, but he won't answer

Blinkin as the headlights pass him

Rip the chills off of his spine and throw em right at chu

But sometimes you don't really get what ask for

And life gets so cold and you can never go back home

Where would you go if could never go home? (go home)

What would you say if they never even asked you? (asked you)

Where would you go if could never go home? (go home)

What would you say if they never even asked you? (asked you)

Where would you go if could never go home? (go home)

What would you say if they never even asked you? (asked you)

Where would you go if could never go home? (go home)

What would you say if they never even asked you? (asked you)

The sun rises on a dead open one way

And dilates his pupils like a fire struck his young face

Dead to the world, he's planning his exit to stare death in the face

(Where have you beeen?)

Yeah, but he won't fold

He's been waitin for the end of the road

To have this cold world drop off and swallow him whole

It's a one way trip, he don't plan to return

And as the vessel of his escape out eases into the terminal

Lost, with nothin but a smirk on his face

As he steps off the bus and starts pickin up pace and,

You could see it in the people as he ran past that everyone was wonderin

(Where have you beeen?)

He's almost home, and he can feel it in the cracks of his bones

As he runs up the stairs that pass over the road and,

Without a hesitation stoppin his actions

He leaps from the guardrail and...dives into traffic

Where would you go if could never go home? (go home)

What would you say if they never even asked you? (asked you)

Where would you go if could never go home? (go home)

What would you say if they never even asked you? (asked you)

Where would you go if could never go home? (go home)

What would you say if they never even asked you? (asked you)

Where would you go if could never go home? (go home)

What would you say if they never even asked you? (asked you)

Daddy was a rolling stone

Mama never gave two shits about a broken home

I said....

Daddy was a rolling stone

Mama never gave two shits about a broken home

(Where have you beeen?)

I said....

Daddy was a rolling stone

Mama never gave two shits about a broken home

I said....

Daddy was a rolling stone

Mama never gave two shits

Él no responderá

Otra noche en esta nube de lluvia negra

Pateando charcos en su camino hacia el Greyhound y,

En su bolsillo hay una carta de su madre, doblada diciendo...

(¿Dónde has estado?)

Sí, pero él no responderá

Dejó toda su vida en la mesita de noche

Abrió sus heridas y las dejó sangrar sobre la arena blanca

Y puedes etiquetarlo como otro problema estereotipado

Y mantener el infierno alejado de él como todos los demás han hecho

Y por eso huye hacia la carretera

Otra muesca en el club de guerra que guarda en su alma

Y si alguna vez lo vieras usarlo, fácilmente sabrías

Y tendrías la urgencia preocupada de preguntarle

(¿Dónde has estado?)

Sí, pero él no responderá

Parpadeando mientras los faros lo pasan

Arranca los escalofríos de su espalda y los arroja hacia ti

Pero a veces no obtienes realmente lo que pides

Y la vida se vuelve tan fría y nunca puedes volver a casa

¿A dónde irías si nunca pudieras volver a casa? (volver a casa)

¿Qué dirías si ni siquiera te lo preguntaran? (te preguntaran)

¿A dónde irías si nunca pudieras volver a casa? (volver a casa)

¿Qué dirías si ni siquiera te lo preguntaran? (te preguntaran)

¿A dónde irías si nunca pudieras volver a casa? (volver a casa)

¿Qué dirías si ni siquiera te lo preguntaran? (te preguntaran)

¿A dónde irías si nunca pudieras volver a casa? (volver a casa)

¿Qué dirías si ni siquiera te lo preguntaran? (te preguntaran)

El sol se levanta en un camino de sentido único muerto

Y dilata sus pupilas como si un fuego golpeara su rostro joven

Muerto para el mundo, está planeando su salida para enfrentar a la muerte

(¿Dónde has estado?)

Sí, pero él no se doblegará

Ha estado esperando el final del camino

Para que este mundo frío desaparezca y lo trague entero

Es un viaje de ida, no planea regresar

Y mientras la nave de su escape se desliza hacia la terminal

Perdido, con nada más que una sonrisa en su rostro

Mientras baja del autobús y comienza a acelerar el paso y,

Puedes verlo en la gente mientras corre pasando que todos se preguntaban

(¿Dónde has estado?)

Está casi en casa, y puede sentirlo en las grietas de sus huesos

Mientras sube las escaleras que pasan sobre la carretera y,

Sin dudarlo detiene sus acciones

Salta de la barandilla y...se lanza al tráfico