Wild Song

What if it's warm in my room but I suddenly go outside
What if it's dark and it's cold and I realize I don't even mind
What if I climb up the hill to the place where the coyotes sing
And I'm no longer afraid of all the wild things

And I'm in the dark
And I use my eyes
And I stretch my arms so wide that I feel the whole damn sky
This could be a dream
Or it could be real
Cause I'm taking in every little raw thing I feel

What if my socks are wet from the dew on the blades of grass
What if I lean on the branch where the bobcat watched the comets dance
What if I look to the sky and I know I can handle my fear
What if I find myself while keeping everyone near

And I'm in the dark
And I use my eyes
And I stretch my arms so wide that I feel the whole damn sky
This could be a dream
Or it could be real
Cause I'm taking in every little raw thing that I feel

What if my voice grows strong
What if they hear my scars
What if the night is long
Can I just drink the stars
What if I bring you here
Sharing our distant songs
Breathing in cold night air
Knowing we still belong

What if look down the hill and take a step in the dark
What if I open my door and see I left my desk lamp on
What if it's warm in my chair and my pen starts to write it all wrong
Will you remind me someday that I once sang a wild song