If I could tell stories with that wistful type of joy
If my songs were strong enough to get through all the noise
If the curtains opened and our wishes all came true
Perhaps I'd find the perfect line, the one you listen for
(You know, when you put on a song you really love
But there's really just one line that you're waiting for the whole time
And if you miss it you have to, like, go back and... And listen again)
When you're singing along to the cold that's in your bones
And when your eyelids are trying to convince you that there's no hope
When the marrow collapses and you're left with the unknown
My hope is that this song can guide you home
So if the world is waiting and forgetting to make sense
And if you're watching news reports
Maybe that's the signal to remember who you are
And what you have, and where you'll be, and why you watch the stars
I'm sorry, I miss you so much
I worry we're gonna lose touch
I'll say it and I'll say it again
It's gonna be all right in the end
When you're singing along to the cold that's in your bones
And when your eyelids are trying to convince you that there's no hope
When the sparrow collapses and you're left with the unknown
My hope is that this song can guide you
I hope you know this song's beside you
I hope, I hope this song might take you home