Back to the roads and traffic lights
turn signals wink, i refuse to follow
how about those clouds shaped like your smile?
i wish i could see the sun from your angle
your shadowing is beautiful
here the mountains are flat
the fog fades too fast, everything is visible, everything is not surprising
here you learn how to recycle dreams
forget antique
i rubbed the freckles on your knuckles
read them like brail and it told me
you'll be coming home soon
and home is nothing like the view you've described
nothing is a surprise
so I'm making myself into a mountain while you are gone
i'll stand outside your window, beside the trees
steal the fog and wrap it around me
i'll do my best to make you happy
to make home worth waking up from a dream
i've not seen the things you've seen
but i've dreamt the same dreams you've dreamed
i just couldnt lift the anchor from my feet, but i know
you've fed me the strength to grow
and soon you'll be coming back home
i'm a mountain, oh i'm a mountain
covered in the greenest trees
providing the clearest streams
come home to me
