Verse 1

You left your map beside the door

A folded coast in faded blue

I packed the coat I wore before

And took the road that led to you

Pre-Chorus

Past the orchard, past the county line

Your old postcard tucked against my heart

Every mile gave back a little time

Every turn gave us a place to start

Chorus

Take my hand, we’ll cross the morning

Find a town we’ve never known

Love can turn a long road homeward

Even when we roam alone

With your laugh beside the window

And the whole wide world to see

Every mile becomes a story