Meant to Be

I know what I do there, I know who I am
I know how to get back to where it all began
I know the ice is melting and the sound that it makes

Well the river runs much deeper every day

Tires tearing up the driveway, a plow banking up the roads
The darkest days behind us, the steady falling snow
Out here a breeze is blowing, a sun set out to sea

If this is meant to be a home to me
Why do my fingers ache for the frost?
Nothing ever seems to go perfectly

And the river runs much deeper every day

If this is meant to be a home to me
Why do my fingers ache for the frost?
Nothing ever seems to go perfectly

And the river runs much deeper every day



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Cupples
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