On the Line
May the path that I seek always keep me unclean
Walk the line in my bare feet, tied to a tree
You left with a breath in the winter you left
The pressure from your lips is all that I kept
You would’ve loved the lakeside sunrise today
The wind gently sweeping the emptiness away
I’m listening to nahko and the words that we know
The songs that once blessed the cold, mountain snow
The aimless journeys through the high rocky roads
No curves in your frame for the bends in the road
Weighed by the consciousness trapped in your view
Lifted by the days shared between me and you
I would sacrifice my life for another road to nowhere
Heading west on I-70 is the best it could ever be
Sobering conversations and transgressions forgiven
With pictures never taken and words left unspoken
I step on your line as the wind carries me through
As I sway side to side, I feel weightless and new
I can leave your remains on a Sunday by the Sea
For every time I walk the line, I’ll carry you with me
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