Distance Fires

Rain on the window of this late-night train

Watching the taillights fade into the grey

Left a good warmth to go chasing a name

Now I am counting the miles in the cold

Is there a light still left on in the hall?

Or did the quiet take over it all?

Was the distance worth the road?

Did I trade the gold for stones?

I can hear your voice in the wind tonight

Underneath these heavy Northern skies

Letters unsent in a coat pocket torn

Keeping me safe from the chill of the dawn

They talk of the future

but I look behind

To the porch where we sat in the heat of July

Is there a light still left on in the hall?

Or did the quiet take over it all?

Was the distance worth the road?

Did I trade the gold for stones?

I can hear your voice in the wind tonight

Underneath these heavy Northern skies

Was the distance worth the road?

Did I trade the gold for stones?

I can hear your voice in the wind tonight Underneath these heavy

Northern skies (Oh, under these skies!)

Did I trade the gold...