the silence speaks for itself

there's an oil well down on johnson's road, where we'd go to be alone, i never thought i'd go there by myself, i stood there callin' out your name, no one answered, just the same, the silence speaks for itself, well, i've been high and i've been low, and i've walked through the fires of hell, are you comin' back, lord? i don't know, i guess the silence speaks for itself, the last time you talked to me, i did all the talkin', now i see, you were tellin' me there was someone else, what i'd give to hear your voice, but i'm not given any choice, 'cause the silence speaks for itself, well, i've been high and i've been low, and i've walked through the fires of hell, are you comin' back, lord? i don't know, i guess the silence speaks for itself, well, i've been high and i've been low, and i've walked through the fires of hell, are you comin' back, lord? i don't know, i guess the silence speaks for itself, i guess the silence