I lack words for the splendour
I might wilt from what I won’t remember
It seems you’re still in some of my dreams
Cool light, post oak, broken skyline
We hid in the backseats, down the backroads we flew
The gravel that sings to me too

When you call, till me out of every void that we’ve carved with our doubts
I won’t hear and that’s the weight of my fear
When I call to you from every mile marker touched the sun
I might crawl just to follow you home

I cling to my sense of wonder
Count the flame and count seconds to the thunder
It’s clear: the storm grows closer each year
Fraying thread, soft song only I hear
Lost faces, whole past lives cursed to disappear
Into the wind won’t you steer?

When you call, till me out of every void that we’ve carved with our doubts
I won’t hear and that’s the weight of my fear
When I call to you from every mile marker touched by the sun
I might crawl just to follow you home
I might crawl just to follow you home