Billboard, back road, meadow
Sunset through the trees.
I can' t remember the faces I've seen.
Low and mean.

High Rise, white light, shadows
Years in the air.
I don' t recall all the "why"
or the "where" or "who was there"

Show me the feathers you've found
The glass in the ground
A comforting sound when the lights are down.

Hillside flush with the Sunrise
Spring in the air
I cant remember a morning so fair, not a care

Show me the feathers you've found
The glass in the ground
A comforting sound when the lights are down.

The birdsong, tugging on my slumber
Opens my eyes.
Slowly I am woken to find
Your hand in mine.

Show me the feathers you've found,
The glass in the ground,
A comforting sound when the lights are down.

Billboard, a back road, a meadow
Sunset through the trees.
I cant recall all the faces I've seen
So low and mean.

The Birdsong, tugging on my slumber
Opens my eyes.
Slowly I am woken to find,
Your hand in mine.

Show me the feathers you've found
The glass in the ground,
A comforting sound when the lights are down