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(ooh, yeah) {intimate
fingerpicked
acoustic guitar, subtle string pad swell} Sitting on the curb with a
pocket full of stones
Trying to map a world they've only seen on phones
Draw a chalk-line circle,
standing on the edge
Dreaming of the sky from a concrete ledge
{gentle fingerpicking continues, quiet
cello enters} And the sun goes down,
but
they don't go inside
They got too many worlds to collide (ooh-ooh)
{subtle bass guitar and soft brushed snare enter} These kids are gonna
build their own highways
Out of the gravel and the rain
These kids are gonna write their own stories
Learning how to dance inside the pain
(dance inside the pain) {full rich vocal harmony,
swelling string ensemble, light percussion} Trading old secrets in the shadows of
the yard
Learning how to love when the world is looking hard
No one keeps a map of the places they will go
Roots starting deep beneath the winter snow {intimate acoustic guitar and light
piano, drums drop out} These kids are gonna build their own highways
Out of the gravel and the rain
These kids are gonna write their own stories
Learning how to dance inside the pain (yeah,
inside the pain)
{soaring vocals, prominent acoustic guitar,
strings, dynamic peak}
These kids... Writing stories in the rain (mmmmm)
{vocal fades out, final acoustic guitar chord rings out over soft string
trail}