Well I'm writing this now to show you somehow
Because lord it won't leave my lungs
It's 4:25 on a Sunday night
Motel sunset drunk
I heard you're now living down south
& that's where you'll probably stay
It's a beautiful fake, & a ripple in the wake
You hated the cold anyway
But I hope you don't mind me stalling
Because nothing is simple anymore
I'm a poem you penned, a stranger to a friend
A tourist in the town I was born
& are you still out there waiting?
Wishing on what might have been
Because we were the ones that we never could find again
Running against the wind
It's a tangled vignette that I thought you'd forget
As the memories turn to blue
Falling asleep under the quiet TV
Under a blanket handed down to you
Driving down stars in your parents used car
Circle the streets of our hometown
But we were bittersweet & incomplete
& always just dragging you down
But now it comes in so clearly
Because I never just saw the light
When I came home the house was dark
You were turned away alone on your side
& are you still out there waiting?
Wondering where & when
Because we were the ones that we never could find again
Running against the wind
& I followed the plan but I can't understand
Why love is such a fleeting thing
I was a cynical saint, w blindfold faith
Held the world out on a string
But seasons still change through the passing of age
By morning this all will seem
More than just this, more than just to exist
So close & so far out of reach
& Sarah I'm awake & I'm grasping
Because I never know what to believe
Is there something more than to die in the room we were born
Alone thinking about you & me
Because I'll always be out here waiting
For you to come on & come in
Because we were the ones that we never could find again
Running against the wind