A SOUTHBOUND GREYHOUND BUS CHASING THE SUN

At times, I find, there's nothing here to hold me
And gravity won't stick to me at all
To the south, the summer birds are flying
And the coldness of the morning's coming down

I'm so high, there's nothing left to ground me
Up here, alone, at home among the stars
But something on the earth can always pull me
And every time I go, my soul gets lost

And life is just another crooked highway
A southbound Greyhound bus chasing the sun
The morning sky reveals her endless beauty
And the desert sky at night holds every star

And all of us are waiting for the morning
And everyone is chasing just one sun
The river can't go back to where she came from
It's in the letting go that she moves on

I fear I'll disappear into the darkness
And my heart will come apart so far from home
One day I might forget that I'm the river
Surrendering to the ocean, I'll be gone

But life is like a silver singing river
A butterfly, so high, burned by the sun
We can't go back the same way that we came from
There's something even bigger we become

And all of us are waiting for the morning
To feel the sun upon our skin, return
Down the coast, the summer birds are flying
And the southbound Greyhound bus chases the sun.