Leave the land for a weekend
Leave the land for what’s clear
Leave the land for once cloudy
Leave the land for right here
Shed your storm for the desert
Shed your storm for yourself
Shed your storm for the future
Shed your storm for “or else”
Find you in an airport
Or a field near the raceway
A gymnasium under old rafters
The place they raced in the movies
Near the coast, with your ghost
when nobody else will listen
I’ve always been around
Come on out to a dry heat
Come on out to feel wet
Come on out to the sunrise
Come on out to forget
If time ever gets tired
If time ever counts sheep
If time ever finds patience
If time ever just creeps
I’ve always been around