Holding Pattern (feat. Brad Butcher)

So I tried to call you

I'm waiting while the phone rings

Maybe you're sleeping

Or busy with your own things

I'll write in a letter

And send it in a bottle

Walk it to your front door and then

Hope to God you're not home

We're holding in a pattern

Where nothing really happens

I wish sometimes things wouldn't go to plan

In a holding pattern and I'm afraid to land

Moving through the years and

Going through the motions

Where loving is familiar

Dressed up as devotion

We color by numbers

And take it all for granted

The thing we don't remember

Is the flame that came before the ash

We're holding in a pattern

Where nothing really happens

I wish I didn't have to be the one to put out my hand

In a holding pattern and I'm afraid to land

It's the way the Earth moves round the Sun

The way that we do what we've always done

So I tried to call you

I'm waiting while the phone rings

I'm standing at your front door

And hoping to God that you're not home

We're born into a pattern

Where nothing really happens

I wish sometimes things wouldn't go to plan

In a holding pattern and I'm afraid to land

In a holding pattern, I'm holding out my hand