Once holding gold summer’s happy landing,
We land back on your side.
This coming-all-to-get so undone again
The day it spilled, do you know what day that was?
So lead the way, Mare I can’t take this wheel
It’s wild and turns on back
To where you call, where you
Call your own (you know, the ones that do return)
The days get lost, but the sound gets stuck in here
The notes we left, they were bright enough
They hung in the tree tops!
They will call us back in August
The words that come first are the best to offer up