Golden sun on the rise, a new ache, a heavy breath
Since my Great Aunt Lucy lost it in a dream
In sleep -- by the morning, death
I need a longer walk with green colored sidewalk chalk

Golden song in my ear -- a whisper of tired souls
And mason jar memories and dirty night gowns and faces covered by soil
And I need a longer walk with green colored sidewalk chalk
The lonely way lovers talk with shadows the whole block

Just a year ago we were young, now we're old
Just a year ago we were young, now we’re old
Well, how could we know but be among stories told?
When we left our home, we let those lines tell us where to go

Reading maps and poems and open palms
And maps and poems and open palms
And maps and poems and open palms
And maps and poems and open palms

At Multnomah Falls again with no innocence left
Just the age in the sound
And the fear in my mind
And the ache in my side
I keep falling behind