When I picture you now, as a stone holding warmth in your mouth
Where erosion is shaping the Sound
I will find you, and I will lay my burden down

When I picture your hair, I draw a map of the alkaline air
Say your name like a bathroom stall prayer
I will find you, sitting in your favorite chair

Maybe this is the last song, or maybe it's not
Maybe I can let go now, or maybe I'm wrong
Maybe you are still searching for sky
Maybe I'm still just searching for signs
Maybe I'm still just reading way too far between the lines

When you're here in my dreams, as the grass on that hill in Eugene
The place I know but I nеver have seen
I will find you, and you will be complеtely free