Leaving the shadow of the pines
Some lost things I will hope to find again
I imagine us, I can see us in the green air
The sunlight, the lawn of a park
Carrying all our things
So far I have only managed the start
Of every song this winter

Birds dart into every building
Connect all of the lines, all of the lines
I’ll hear from you by tomorrow
Or the next day

Crossing to your part of the sky
Perfect landing on your roof
I hold you in my hearing, my sight
My every thought and wonder
Since your leaving the shadow of the pines
Some lost things I hope you will find again
I imagine us, I can see us in the green air

The sunlight, the lawn of a park
Of St. Margaret’s, maybe
So far I have only managed the start
Of every song this winter
And we’re leaving the shadow of the pines
Some lost things I will hope to find again
I imagine us, I can see us in the green air