| There's solace in the parking lot | |
| Smoke drifting from my fingers up over the moon | |
| Inhale, exhale, let go | |
| That summer I learned to roll my own | |
| Taking all the punches like a pro | |
| And all of this time the distance wasn't nearly enough | |
| The old bed was miles deep | |
| The first signs came in your sleep, in your shallow breath | |
| Inhale, exhale, let go | |
| Never been much of a smoker but sometimes you try | |
| Push harder, further | |
| And all of our plans are hopes at best | |
| Let it go | |
| My feet ankle deep, it's warmer than all year | |
| And all of our plans were hopes right here. | |
| We used to live here when the sun was still young but now there's just old light that takes forever to reach our eyes. | |
| Mark the spot where you lost your way, trace the steps, recall the words | |
| Let the echoes guide you back | |
| The waters used to flow higher here |
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