[Intro] The road was climbing through the clouds. We followed. [Verse 1] The road went rising through the clouds, the black river thinned to thread. Grey love gathered back its color as the final night went dead. Dawn came trembling at the edges, busy sunlight burned our eyes. We had nowhere due by morning, so we let the road decide. [Pre-Chorus] There were years enough to waste then, hours nobody had assigned. We could lose an afternoon and never call it falling behind. [Chorus] Someone said there’s hope ahead - so we went. Past the windows full of shadows, past the years the wind had spent. Someone said there’s hope ahead - so we went. I believed enough to follow what I couldn’t understand. Oh-oh - the road kept climbing through the clouds. So we went. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Back home the devil watched the window; the holiday had lost its wine. We worried ourselves to pieces then went outside to watch the sky. The wind tore years from every branch and threw them spinning down the street. Somebody swore they knew a place where hope was stubborn on its feet. [Pre-Chorus 2] I had questions without language, they had answers without proof. Still, a rumor of a doorway can be useful without truth. [Chorus] Someone said there’s hope ahead - so we went. Past the windows full of shadows, past the years the wind had spent. Someone said there’s hope ahead - so we went. I believed enough to follow what I couldn’t understand. Oh-oh - the road kept climbing through the clouds. So we went. [Ambient Bridge] I wrote ten thousand poems. Every ending moved away. I gave my body to the gods and learned how emptiness can weigh. Then I lay down with the roots until they split beneath my skin, and something green came through the damage where the dark had folded in. From underneath the earth the open sky looked almost clean. I couldn’t tell if that was faith or simply somewhere I had never been. [Twin-Guitar Lead] [Final Chorus] Someone said there’s hope ahead - so we went. Past the windows full of shadows, past the years the wind had spent. Someone said there’s hope ahead - so we went. I believed enough to follow what I couldn’t understand. Oh-oh - the road kept climbing through the clouds. So we went. [Outro] A black river turning into thread. A little green coming through the dead. A few more years. A few more years. The road is still ahead.
