After something

We traced the contours of the West across the hanging highlands

Kicking snow from our boots huddled outside the cafe door

Lee Marvin on the jukebox and all our hearts stolen

The beginning is in feeling things we never even saw

I remember sleeping in the long grass

I could hear the traffic rolling

I woke early in the morning and I felt the fallen dew

And when the motorbikes roared out of the woods

I just stood there smiling

We were always after something

We were always chasing something

Now the white birds have long flown across unraveling nations

And a thousand ghosts pass through us all every day

They blow like the wind through empty rooms of empty houses

Until nothing feels as close to us as far away

And when the wheels came off the tracks

Worn out by years of rolling

I was thrown from the wreckage and landed beneath the trees

Through the half-light I looked above

And watched the branches waving

We were always after something

We were always chasing something

Until moving becomes everything

Until moving just becomes everything