[Intro, thin bright air, a little breathless from the climb, wonder settling in] the clouds are under my feet now and the town I left is just a rumor of itself [Verse 1, close and awed, the voice still catching its breath] I ordered something warm at a small counter that shouldn't exist up here and the steam rose straight up like it had nowhere better to be everything I carried on the way up suddenly looked so small from this height my whole week, my whole worry fits in the palm of one hand now [Verse 2, the same wonder, settling into clarity] I did not come here to decide anything but something decided itself anyway the noise I call my life is not the same as the life I actually want it is quieter than this it moves slower than this and it looks a little more like the view in front of me right now [Bridge, instruments thin out, a held breath at altitude] I am not going to remember every cloud but I will remember this clearing the exact moment the fog in my chest matched the fog below me, and lifted [Chorus, warm and wide, opening gently, never lifting into volume] so let me want this plainly not the loud version, the true one a life with room enough to see this far, this often [Outro, gentle resolution, the light settling, full stop ending] I will walk back down soon into the town, into the noise but I know now what I'm walking toward and that changes the whole shape of the walk
