[Verse 1] They bolted the lamp where the old pines lean, Its glass turned inland, its lens gone green. No harbor below, no hulls to return, Just a ridge full of paths and a map left to learn. [Pre-Chorus] I used to call the crooked beam a mistake, Now I watch what the mountain wakes. [Chorus] Point me past the roads I thought I had to take, Past the fault lines, past the careful shape. If my light falls where the wild roots start, Let it show the country inside my heart. I’m not a wrong-way signal, not a flaw to erase— I can turn what I am toward an unmarked place. [Verse 2] One pane is chipped; the whole tower sings, A small bent angle changes everything. The trail climbs out where the dark firs part, And the dawn finds a door in the map of my heart. [Bridge] Keep the cracked glass; keep the wandering flame. Tomorrow has no chart with my name. [Final Chorus] Point me past the roads I thought I had to take, Past the fault lines, past the careful shape. If my light falls where the wild roots start, Let it show the country inside my heart. I’m not a wrong-way signal, not a flaw to erase— I can turn what I am toward an unmarked place. [Outro] An unmarked place; the hills open wide.
