With a shake of the tail and a bump and a grind - we were airborne
Catching the winds that chase the mountains to the sea
Carried for miles
Taken a ride by the song of the water over the stones
Where the ripples shake the sky
Where I stop for a while
Below the tree line in the shade of the evening
I can still see the ghosts of everything
We were to be
But on these very rocks
Nothing is far below the surface
Making the waves that lay me low and set me free
Oh the shapes that we made beneath the moonlight in black and bone white
Will carry me home to the end of the ride
Where the path underfoot no longer drives me forward
Marking the moments
I'll see them again
