Lighter as the train leaves the station
Watercolour scenes
Dreams of the yet-to-be
Waiting, and watching through windows
Open into the unknown, for a place I can call home
I thought I needed space to find the answers
The grey daylight
Illuminates what is left behind
Crawling underground to look for meaning
Drift away on the ebb and flow
Finding my way home
Maybe I was too close to see
I was too un-soft to be
The daughter of the soil that you
You had turned for me
Our memories are written in the feeling
Your trace I follow
And that light at the window
Hand in hand we bridge the space between us
You're the light at the window
You're the place I can call home