Northstar

I'm running tired of doing everything alright
That broken English never comes out how I'd like
Dodging through the redwoods
Laying your back upon the windshield
Can you feel the air
Wrapping your hair around you 'til you break your neck

That is my purpose
That is my northstar
That is my echo
That is my reason
And I ask myself how could I ever forget

The chilly evenings
The itching feeling
The need to let go
The need to feel this
The need to fix things
To give life all that I have left

The larch is dying, as a perfect version of itself
Haven't seen another one like it
Haven't even tried
I want the same thing for my friends, myself, my family
And I want to feel that I'm along for the ride

That is my purpose
That is my northstar
That is my echo
That is my reason
And I ask myself how could I ever forget

The chilly evenings
The itching feeling
The need to let go
The need to feel this
The need to fix things
To give life all that I have left