VERSE ONE
My days, they are the highway kind
they only come to leave
but the leavin' I don't mind
it's the comin' that I crave.
Pour the sun upon the ground
stand to throw a sha-dow
watch it grow in-to a night
and fill the spinnin' sky.
VERSE TWO
Time among the pine trees
felt like breath of air
usually I just walk these streets
tell myself to care.
Sometimes I believe me
sometimes I don't hear.
Sometimes the shape I'm in
won't let me go.
VERSE THREE (Chorded as above)