Warm Firelight

The shadows stretch across the grass while the evening starts to settle I'm sitting on a rusted chair made of heavy painted metal The guitar plays soft and low beneath the canopy of pine Tracing out a melody that feels like old-growth vine Stars are dancing in the glow of the embers turning red All the heavy words I carried are the ones I finally said Wind rolls through the open night with a whisper in the leaves Finding all the hidden places where a tired spirit breathes Everything just feels alright in the quiet of the yard Funny how the simple things can be the ones we find so hard Every road got something good waiting just around the bend Even when misunderstood by a stranger or a friend Nothing has to shine so bright that it blinds you from the truth We're just reclaiming fragments of a long-forgotten youth Sometimes all you need is firelight and a little bit of grace To find the steady rhythm of a slower kind of pace Sparks go dancing through the sky like they're trying to reach the moon Humming to the cricket's song and the banjo's silver tune Moonlight shining in my eyes with a pale and steady beam Life is just a waking vision of a much more ancient dream No more running from the noise of the city and the crowd No more trying to stand so tall or talking quite so loud Tonight my soul feels warm inside like a hearth against the cold Finding all the hidden stories that were never meant for gold I can see the smoke rise up to the velvet deep above Wrapped inside the heavy blanket of a quiet kind of love Every road got something good waiting just around the bend Even when misunderstood by a stranger or a friend Nothing has to shine so bright that it blinds you from the truth We're just reclaiming fragments of a long-forgotten youth Sometimes all you need is firelight and a little bit of grace To find the steady rhythm of a slower kind of pace The wood it pops and crackles as the cedar turns to ash I'm letting go of every fear and every bitter clash The world is spinning somewhere else but here the time is slow Just the flicker and the feeling and the embers' orange glow Every road got something good waiting just around the bend Even when misunderstood by a stranger or a friend Nothing has to shine so bright that it blinds you from the truth We're just reclaiming fragments of a long-forgotten youth Sometimes all you need is firelight and a little bit of grace To find the steady rhythm of a slower kind of pace Just the firelight Warm and low tonight Everything is alright In the firelight Mit KI als kreatives Tool erarbeitet