Seen a lot of broken objects in a lot of broken towns

These are things I try to hold for when I’m going down

Pay attention to the wind, be patient with the rain

Be grateful for the sunshine beating down upon your face

And hey, everything will come around

The lighthouse marks the naked ground

And when you’re turning home

I wish you speed and breath to fill your empty sails

When the night is long, the highway is slowing down

When the moon is lost and dark behind her veil of clouds

Keep searching for the morning, hold tight to that center line

Never let that ghost horizon lull you into dying

Hey, everything will come around

The lighthouse marks the naked ground

And when you’re turning home

I wish you speed and breath to fill your empty sails