On certain nights
The ringing in my ears
Is louder than the rustle of leaves

Along the path
But who am I to scare?
And who are you to follow out here?

Deep in the mile, I will walk for you
Deep in the lines of your summer
I see the clouds and they seem so young
What wicked mind did set their trails
Were they the ones that got away?

The longest train
That I ever saw
The waters and the tickets so whole

Could beauty lie
In my place of fear?
Running the horizon to move?
Deep in the mile I will walk for you
Deep in the lines of our summer
I see the clouds and they seem so young
What wicked mind had set their trails
Were they the ones who got away?

You might as well be on my shoulders, I suppose
I can pretend I do not see you, and so it goes
We can talk about just where the clouds are from