Hide behind an army of a million excuses of why our comfort triumphs over risk

As I lay on my bed there's a map of the states, hanging over my head

And I feel some peace I can't comprehend

And oh I know it won't make sense

Chasing the yellow lines in a beat down van

And oh I know it will be somewhere in the winds

Now we plan our days in some haste, align all the pieces to fit some sound untainted narrative

But I've found that it's all in the chase, that the brightest of fires spark in unforeseen and random space

And oh I know it won't make sense

Coffee with Anna in sunset Reykjavik

Oh I know she's out there somewhere in the winds.

And oh I know it won't make sense

Church on a hill in the southern country bend

And oh I know it won't be somewhere in our plans

But somewhere in the winds