We were walking through the woods
On an old New England line
Stopped to check out all the mushrooms
Growing on the pines
You'll come back to me
When the sun begins to shine
All this life it seems sometimes
Hidden in plain sight
As we walked on, you turned to me
Eyes full of light
Soft and low you whispered so
I'd wait for you all night
You'll come back to me
When the moon is on the rise
Wan and pale as death
Hanging from the sky
You'll come back to me
When the sun begins to shine
All this life it seems sometimes
Hidden in plain sight