Broken Objects

Seen a lot of broken objects In a lot of broken towns These are things I try to hold For when I’m going down Pay attention to the wind Be patient with the rain Be grateful for the sunshine beating Down upon your face And hey, everything will come around The lighthouse marks the naked ground And when you’re turning home I wish you speed and breath to fill your empty sails When the night is long The highway slowing down When the moon is lost and dark Behind her veil of clouds Keep searching for the morning Hold tight to that center line And never let that ghost horizon Lull you into dying Hey, everything will come around The lighthouse marks the naked ground And when you’re turning home I wish you speed and breath to fill your empty sails