Lyrics

I'm making tracks
Leaving traces
So I find my way back
From faraway places...

When I look back
The branches are broken
But I still recall
The vows that were spoken...

I'm making tracks
Leaving traces
So I find my way back
To my favorite places...

When I look back
The grasses are taller
And the tallest mountains
They look so much smaller...

And the parallel lines
Look like they could meet
But I can only see
To the end of the street

Making tracks...

I'm making tracks
Leaving a marker
So I find my way home
When the way grows darker

When I look out
The scenery's changing
And the plans we made
May need rearranging

And the lines disappear
Out around the bend
As the smoky clouds
Begin to descend