[Verse 1] At the fork where the old roads divide I planted my paws in the rain One path wore frost like a silver coat One vanished under the plain The trees held their breath in a crooked row The fields turned dark and wide I lifted my head to the gathering blue And waited for the tide [Pre-Chorus] Then thunder rolled behind the hills Like drums beneath a floor The clouds drew close in folded shapes And opened up a door [Chorus] The sky bowed low like it knew my name Storms bent down in a solemn frame Clouds formed shoulders, a towering line And the wind laid its hand in mine I took one step where the crossroads lay And the rain made room for the way The sky bowed low like it knew my name Nothing above me stayed the same [Verse 2] A black-winged gust swept over the stones Then softened against my fur The lightning stitched through a curtain of gray And every dark edge blurred The tallest cloud wore a crown of rain Its hem brushed the mountain side It leaned toward the road I had chosen first Then followed where I stepped inside [Pre-Chorus] The distant trees began to sway Not shaken now, but slow As if the whole wide countryside Had learned the shape to show [Chorus] The sky bowed low like it knew my name Storms bent down in a solemn frame Clouds formed shoulders, a towering line And the wind laid its hand in mine I took one step where the crossroads lay And the rain made room for the way The sky bowed low like it knew my name Nothing above me stayed the same [Bridge] If I am small beneath that vault I am not small today A heart can stand where roads divide And teach the storm to wait The clouds may gather, clouds may turn The dark may cross the sun But when I walk with open eyes The weather comes undone [Final Chorus] The sky bowed low like it knew my name Storms bent down in a solemn frame Clouds formed shoulders, a towering line And the wind laid its hand in mine I took one step and the whole world swayed The crossroads opened, unafraid The sky bowed low like it knew my name And bowed again when I walked away [Outro] At the fork where the old roads divide The clouds still lower their heads I leave my prints in the softened earth And follow the road ahead
