When you have nothing else to say,
And the country is quiet
I’ll take us down to the river
She is heavy and overflowing with debris
Blackened, cracking wood
From every fire set at our parties of starting over
We divide our acres and part
I hear the hiss of your sleeping breath in the rain,
I feel the train in my feet
Like the heat under my cheek from the blood in your heart

Every night I spend awake long enough to see the sun rise
In the pale baby blue I see your eyes
Every morning I catch quick enough to see that first light
I remember how alive I left our first time