Billboard, back road, meadow

Sunset through the trees.

I can' t remember the faces I've seen.

Low and mean.

High rise, white light, shadows

Years in the air.

I don' t recall all the "why"

Or the "where" or "who was there".

Show me the feathers you've found

The glass in the ground

A comforting sound when the lights are down.

Hillside flush with the sunrise

Spring in the air

I can't remember a morning so fair, not a care.

Show me the feathers you've found

The glass in the ground

A comforting sound when the lights are down.

The birdsong, tugging on my slumber

Opens my eyes.

Slowly I am woken to find

Your hand in mine.

Show me the feathers you've found,

The glass in the ground,

A comforting sound when the lights are down.

Billboard, a back road, a meadow

Sunset through the trees.

I can't recall all the faces I've seen

So low and mean.

The birdsong, tugging on my slumber

Opens my eyes.

Slowly I am woken to find,

Your hand in mine.

Show me the feathers you've found

The glass in the ground,

A comforting sound when the lights are down.