How do I get there?
To the woods, through this country
And how do I stay there?
Make a home, grow all the things that I've ignored
I tried to start by weeding through
The trauma in my bones
To rearrange the memories
Forgive and not keep score
But, how could you?
When we were young, blind and falling
And how can you?
Linger on, drink your coffee like there's nothing wrong
I tried to start by walking four-hundred miles
From north to south
And to riddle through scenarios
As if I had the power
And in the end it seems
To be uneven even at the root
You are you, I am me, we are we
There's nothing left to prove
But how do I get there?
Through the woods, to the morning
