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Dark tires hum on a gravel track

Blue hills watching my tired backs

We got a trunk full of heavy plans

And a map sliding through our hands

When the map starts to tear

When we′re breathing in air

I'll find my way back

I find my way back home

When the world disappears

Through the salt and the years

I find my way back home

Pen room hanging by a single thread

Small words keeping the ghosts in bed

Everything we used to know

Is just a blur in the window glow

When the map starts to tear

And we're breathing in air

I'll find my way back home

I′ll find my way back

When the world disappears

To the salt in the years

I'll find my way back

I′ll find my way

Maybe the road just keeps on going

Maybe the wind is all we're knowing

But I can see the porch light now

I can see the porch light now

When the map starts to tear, when I breathe a thin air

I'll find my way back, I'll find my way back

When the world disappears, there is hope in the years

I'll find my way back

I'll find my way back