Patterson Pass - Time Spent Driving

Silence steps with every moment

The blue subsides and draws me in

The windmills pass again

As does the burnt grass

Blame it on a cigarette

Soon I’ll know this way by heart

It tore us apart when we couldn’t visit

This river runs so dry

Still we drowned

With closed eyes

Through braided hearts the winds blow broken

The skies above are lined with the blades

The sun slows down again

Behind blackened hillsides

Where shadows fall with these regrets

This drive is drawing pictures

In the heat above

Trying to convince me

Of a different kind of love

(this drive is drawing pictures in my skies)