The road was steep and long ago
The dead have finally drifted back off to sea
Their wake leaving the salt to rush in
Washing away the past
Bringing new sentiments
This softness grows
I realize all of these little things don't matter
Forgive you all of our embarrassments
I want to hold you again, my friend
Hold you and never let go
While you wander
I want to be your lantern
The north that holds
The towns in constellations
Suddenly here you are
A new familiar face
A spark
Your very own current
I want to be swept up in your course
And never grow cold
I realize all of these little things don't matter
Forgive you all of our embarrassments
I want to hold you again, my friend
Hold you and never let go
While you wander
I want to be your lantern
The north that holds
The towns in constellations