When the world feels small and the road runs dry Close your eyes, let your spirit fly There's a place no map has

We used to run outside all day Ride our bikes and race away Draw on walls, make our own games Chase around, laugh out loud

I see people walking like nothing has changed Same old rhythm, same old lane But there's a storm beneath the ground A quiet

I caught the ferry in the morning Across the Salish Sea The wind was humming softly Like a coastal melody The mountains faded slowly As

The house is quiet past midnight Only blinking blue light Phone screen shining on my face Like a small and restless moon "Just one