Shape Beyond The Fields

[Verse 1] There’s a white mark past the quarry Pinned beneath a copper sky I can count the turning windows But they never draw nearby The road keeps its old promise Every milepost points the same I arrive beside the river And forget the river’s name [Chorus] I see it from here A shape beyond the fields Close enough to measure Too far to ever yield I walk until the morning I walk until it clears The place I’m trying to reach Keeps moving when I’m near [Verse 2] On the ridge, a house is burning Or perhaps it’s only dawn Someone waves from one high window Then the window carries on I leave a thread of red paint On the stones along the way When I turn to find the markers They have washed into the gray [Chorus] I see it from here A shape beyond the fields Close enough to measure Too far to ever yield I walk until the morning I walk until it clears The place I’m trying to reach Keeps moving when I’m near [Bridge] If the distance has a doorway If the hill has something past Why does every road grow longer When I think I’ve found the last? [Final Chorus] I see it from here A line against the blue I make a map in charcoal It redraws itself anew I walk until the morning With the answer in my ears The place I’m trying to reach Keeps moving when I’m near [Outro] Past the quarry, past the river Past the house without a door I can see the destination I just can’t see the floor