I'm staring out the window as we

Drive through miles and miles of mountain pines

And I can't see the overlook cause I'm

Focused on the traffic I'm stuck behind

And all the while I'm wondering why

The world's the way it is and where you are

That question would be answered if I'd just stop

And get out of the car

And I fail to see the stars

And then I ask you who you are

And I wonder why I haven't gotten an answer

We want all these miracles

And yet we hold onto the literal

I plead for just one reply

Without ever glancing at the sky

You've been giving us all heartbeats simply as a reminder

Trying to tell us just find relief in all that's around us

But we just keep looking past the blue skies

Trying to find the sun

This whole world is all worn down from chasing idols

We have a tendency to lose ourselves in all that surrounds us

But won't you break through all the distractions

And point us right back to all of the pine trees