We got burned out on people, so we settled down
In a ramshackle place, twelve miles south of town
Electrical wiring was not up to code
The roof often leaked and the doors let in cold
We fixed what we could, we painted the walls
It was here in the kitchen where the baby first crawled
She's older now, an empath we think
But that don't mean she moves her plates to the sink
How can we know if here's where we should be
A question the lessens each year when we hit spring
In the summer the meadow fills up with flowers
We go down the hill and stay gone for hours
Copperheads coil in the tall tall grass
So we stick to the trails and we never trespass
How can we know if here's where we should be
A question the lessens each year when we hit spring
We look for the signs wherever we can
A presence, a vibe, an energy band
Looping around us invisible light
Tethered to every star at night
How can we know if here's where we should be
A question the lessens each year when we hit spring
How can we know if here's where we should be
A question the lessens each year when we hit spring