[00:11.480]We follow roads that wind like twine through country side,
[00:18.790]the poor and the fine
[00:22.070]We rode in cars packed to the brim with books and friends, eager as kids
[00:32.800]Seeking peace and silent sound
[00:38.030]but the road could not be found
[00:43.210]Three times drove past and turned around
[00:51.610]Home sweet home, our cabin in the pines
[01:10.480]Couch rearranged, the stories spilled,
[01:14.700]unguarded mouths as life filled the house
[01:21.150]Drip, drip, drip, goes shower, sink, keeping time on metal beneath
[01:32.050]Seeking peace and silent sound
[01:37.350]Hours of heaviness profound
[01:45.350]Moon, soft moon, your mist, sweet perfume