Faults

Southbound, shotgun, center lane
Home is but a road to obey
Until the scars over the city take shape
She said "don't speak of the mountains that way"

Because this sky is bluer than I'll ever be
Though right now it's hard to see
But with you at the helm against the tides underneath
The morning light sets the scene

If you could take any of your faults
And dash them into nothing at all
Each soon not to be seen again
Just autumn leaves cast into the wind

I'd watch as a few of your hues start to fade
And miss a little more each step of the way
So why when my own reach the harsh light of day
Can't I try to see it all the same

I said "tread lightly, if at all"
She said "hold on tightly
We're headed for the falls"

Westbound the sun speeds its pace
Just before the it exits the frame
To show off how tall the mountains stand
But it's the shadows that make them all the more grand

And the sky reveals colors like I've only dreamed
And clouds vie to steal the scene
And someone far-off spots the first morning beam
As you turn your focus to me

I said "tread lightly, if at all"
You said "hold on tightly"
I said "tread lightly, if at all"
You said "hold on tightly
We're right over the falls"