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Every trip home from a dream

Leaves me rereading the maps,

Checking for rips at the seams

Or peering inside the traps.

Did I see you in the crowd

Or had I missed my chance?

Perhaps night's music was too loud

To ask for even one dance.

I'm counting all my footsteps,

Tracing where I've been,

I'm untangling this old red string

To find where we begin.

Mornings we're far away again.

I never feel you close by.

I wake when still day's dark 6:10

Dangles silhouettes in the sky.

Perhaps you are looking too

In a different coloured air

And searching through each shade of blue

For someone who isn't there.

I'm counting all my footsteps,

Tracing where I've been,

I'm untangling this old red string

To find where we begin.

I think I hear your voice in the streets

Come noon behind the rain.

But today again we never meet

And the thoughts are slowly slain.

Still I glance in the puddles for your face,

I watch the roads for signs.

I know this isn't quite a race

But I'm waiting at the finish line.

I'm counting all my footsteps,

Tracing where I've been,

I'm untangling this old red string

To find where we begin.

Evenings are cold and empty

As the sun leaves me alone.

This fire here is telling me

That you're already gone.

But maybe I'll hear your call

Tonight among the noises in my head.

I refuse to believe lies all

When hope isn't yet quite dead.

I'm counting all my footsteps,

Tracing where I've been,

Untangling this old red string;

Maybe tomorrow we'll begin.

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