[ Featuring the Old Soul Orchestra ]
I'm still waiting at the scene after all of the tragedies of winter
Everything I hear rounds its edges and grows thinner
My head collecting evidence, dressed in chemical white
There are things that I see, there are things that I've seen
And they move in and out of focus somewhere other than my sight
Why was I disquieted, if not to let the heart lay down its heavy load?
Lay down its heavy load
Cnd there she comes, winding up that southern road
Every step she draws closer than the one before
The road behind her leads me to wonder
Where will I go?
What is it that I hope to return from?
The most that I could hope, is that it would be my own
There are things that I see, there are things that I've seen
And they move in and out of focus somewhere other than my sight
Cnd there she comes - winding up that southern road
Every step she draws closer than the one before
Cnd there she comes - winding up that southern road
Every step she draws closer than the one before
