Broken Objects

Seen a lot of broken objects

In a lot of broken towns

These are things I try to hold

For when I’m going down

Pay attention to the wind

Be patient with the rain

Be grateful for the sunshine beating

Down upon your face

And hey, everything will come around

The lighthouse marks the naked ground

And when you’re turning home

I wish you speed and breath to fill your empty sails

When the night is long

The highway slowing down

When the moon is lost and dark

Behind her veil of clouds

Keep searching for the morning

Hold tight to that center line

And never let that ghost horizon

Lull you into dying

Hey, everything will come around

The lighthouse marks the naked ground

And when you’re turning home

I wish you speed and breath to fill your empty sails