Hikes Like Ripples
Sleep in
Sleep in
What kind of son did you think I'd become
When I left my dust in the holes of your home
What kind of path did you think I would make
When I left your trails for the open road
There, there
Rest assured
I've spent my time in good company and all across the room
And it's there
That stagnant lakelet crying wolf
But I [?] to every skipping stone I've thrown
Saying
At last this is real
At last I am real
At last this is real
At last I am real
There, there
Rest assured
I've spent my time in good company and all across the room
And it's there
That stagnant lakelet crying wolf
But I [?] to every skipping stone I've thrown
Sleep in
Sleep in