I lack words for the splendor 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 it sings to me too When you call to 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 cling to my sense of wonder Can the flame and count seconds to thunder, it's clear The storm grows closer each year Fraying thread, soft song only I hear Lost faces hold past lives cursed to disappear Into the wind won't you steer When you call to 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