(Clay Walker/Tom Shapiro/Chris Waters)

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 calling 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 coming 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 telling 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 coming 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 telling 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

I guess the silence...