| We have crawled among the elements | |
| Taking pictures with a phone | |
| Carry buckets over mountains much like we used to | |
| Past a riddle in the river | |
| Catching fish with just our hands | |
| And they taste of some cool pastoral splendor | |
| Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin | |
| And the sky it opens up like candy | |
| And the wind it don't know my name | |
| And the sky it opens up like candy | |
| And the wind it don't know my name | |
| And the warm comes back | |
| Even though I thought it would not, yeah | |
| I saw the light beyond the sunset | |
| Nearby a little country church | |
| And it felt a bit like little Jimmy Dickens | |
| And the shadows disappear | |
| In a day that breathes forever | |
| And God comes and gathers up his jewels | |
| And the sky it opens up like candy | |
| And the wind it don't know my name | |
| And the warm comes back | |
| Even though I thought it would not, yeah |