The ocean I was born in
In the quiet of a cold December
I was fortunate to come and
Grace this earth

I've been coping with the origin
Every time it seems that I remember
You've been haunting my stories
Since you went in the dirt

And your name
Like church bells inside of my brain
Yeah, your face
Like the sun shining all day

I guess I'll see you later
In the fog
We'll be off in the vapor taking off
And if we're nothing but paper to write words on
Do me a favor and read along
I'm still writing my song
I'm still writing my song

The forest I was lost in
In the middle of a fevered summer
And of course, I was a hostage to all my hurt
When it rains it gets to pourin'
And out here I always feel outnumbered
And no matter where I'm going
It's like I'm stuck in reverse

And your name
Like church bells inside of my brain
Yeah, your face
Like the sun shining all day

I guess I'll see you later
In the fog
We'll be off in the vapor taking off
And if we're nothing but paper to write words on
Do me a favor and read along
I'm still writing my song
I'm still writing my song