Last Saturday I stood in your entry way

That place where we used to wait

For cars to carry us away

Like once in this storm, they drove me and Justin home

The music was just being born

It was all I was longing for



Now I'm on a plane

Off singing my songs again, oh please don't think ill of it

Cause it's the reason I exists

But you, you're the crutch of a cripple

You're the calm of a conscience 

You're the peace that I have found

When all these voices talk too loud you are quietly reassuring me

With the hands of a healer 

And the tongue of a teacher 

It's your voice that I have known 

To be the first one on the phone 

Yeah, you ran all the lights to the hospital 



So don't you say to me 

That life's a trap 

The future is nothing but a tragedy 

'Cause I'll be out of that window 

Yeah, I'll start wishing to die again 

Just say we're not walking backwards, kid 

And show me to the door 

And I'll walk behind 

Out into the hot sunlight 

Where the world's very much alive 

Even when I close my eyes 



Well, should I admit 

That my promise is counterfeit 

That I'm careless and childish 

And that's all I can hope to be 

And would you concede 

That I think only of myself 

I refuse everybody's help 

Who has been reaching out for me 

Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor 

And the swing of a miner 

You have cleared the rock away 

Leaving gold there in its place 

And it is more than anyone could claim 

Oh, with the sense of a banker 

And with the touch of a tailor 

You saved this life for me 

And you have sown it to beauty 

And I am grateful now and I will always be 



So would you sing with me 

The song is all I know 

Some truths are told now only in a melody 

So I've been writing a new one 

Yeah, I've been taking my time with it 

It's gonna be so perfect 

It's gonna hold all of us inside of it 

You will see 

If you just add your harmony 

I think it would be complete 

And be worthy of singing 

Becomes a symphony 



Yeah, you're the cool of the water 

You're the start of the summer 

Keep me still like an anchor 

In a storm you're the cellar 

When I'm heavy with worry make me light as a feather 

When I'm deafened by anger you're the song I remember 

With the grace of a dancer and the strength of a pillar 

When I'm starving to suffer you just fill me with laughter 

You're a poet 

And a saint 

You are the only one I choose to imitate 

Oh, like the love of a father through the eye of a camera 

It's this picture I have seen 

We're on a sloping hill of green 

And you are walking there beside me