| Find me where the summer hides a ride | |
| And I'll spend a life with you | |
| Til the red skies turning blue | |
| And that's alright | |
| Find me where the warm wind's coming through | |
| And I'll spend these days with you | |
| Til the red lights turning blue | |
| And that's alright | |
| (Being around) | |
| So you are the old path keeping up | |
| With birds in your mouth | |
| Feathers in your hair | |
| Feathers in your hair | |
| I spent the last few months in a warm house | |
| Packing our suitcases with the sun in our eyes | |
| But I spent my last five years in a ghost town | |
| Trying to find someone I like being around | |
| (Being around) |