I scan the index time to time Slide my finger down, hoping to see life From the country we can see the stars But they close their eyes to city lights and cars It's the song before the calm before the storm We hold on till we feel that steady roll Shaking hands are letting go They slip on but never slip away we hope These good intentions clear the road Of fallen snow I slide my finger through the dust That colonized this place that I once loved From the inside I could see the stars That I left behind for city lights and cars I've listened long, I've listened hard, I've listened well To things I'll have to learn myself Gold dust turns to ashes falling softly at our feet Taking the time to dance with ghosts along the way Close our eyes tonight and find that we're all closer than we thought To being home again in some familiar place