Where the Old Songs Hold

[Verse 1] I wake where the bread is gone, on a table set for kings The gate stands wide for footsteps that never learned to sing My map is a torn-out sky, my compass points to rain I chase the drums through the dunes, but find the silence in the grain [Pre-Chorus] The market keeps its honey, but the jars are cracked and bare A hawk circles the palace where the banners used to flare I reach for my brave old name, and it slips right through my hand So I follow the ember trail where the missing shadows land [Chorus] Ride, ride, on the wind of gold Ride, ride, where the old songs hold We are the fire, we are the road Call my name and I’ll come home, home, home [Verse 2] By noon the cups are empty, though the feast was laid for ten The guards all stare at nothing like they’ve seen this map again A girl in a blue-veiled cloak says, “The moon has lost its face” I laugh, but the laugh comes back as a stone in second place [Pre-Chorus] Then the bells go thin and low, like a serpent in a well The sand turns ink beneath us, and the proud brass starts to swell Every door I thought was mine swings open to a night And the only thing that follows me is hunger wearing white [Chorus] Ride, ride, on the wind of gold Ride, ride, where the old songs hold We are the fire, we are the road Call my name and I’ll come home, home, home [Bridge] [Breakdown] The stars are gone The throne is gone The map is gone But the vow is on A blade of dawn A breath of song I walk through the dark Where I was wrong [Chorus] Ride, ride, on the wind of gold Ride, ride, where the old songs hold We are the fire, we are the road Call my name and I’ll come home, home, home [Outro] [Bring back opening melody] I wake where the bread is gone, and still I rise again The gate stands wide for footsteps that were never made for shame Ride, ride, on the wind of gold Ride, ride, and the story holds