Cafe Lights

Hold your map upright so the clouds and coast align
They’ve got old wars won, a bright brown sun, the crowds to sing alright
The lion’s share can rest as we sit in café lights
In a neighborhood where all that should may or may not be right
CH:
Make your way back home again. I am here still
These sideway streets are straight and true by strain and will
Make your way back home again at a slow pace
Promise me from sound to sea you’re mine always
Untimely make your way to the tarmac baggage claim
It’s all for naught if we forgot. I hope our hope’s the same
Sing praise to stars aligned. Rejoice that love is blind
To the end of days we’ll have to say you are the best I’ll find
CH
I am leaving harbor if you cannot remember
Take me where you’re going in the light shade of December
The plains I see are floating. The grains I see are growing
Take me to the only place I see you’re going