Blinking in My Bedroom

The wind shook me awake and told me everything
But I forgot by the morning
So now I drive with windows down
I pull a kite through the center of town

I keep trying but I can’t trust my memories
Only things that I’ve been through
And I mix up all I believe
With all I hope is true

So if you need me I’ll be
Out on my hometown streets
Looking for the breeze

Are you like me...?

Spend every hour in search of a story
Some home, some diet to maybe restore me
I was every prairie highway
Now I’m waiting in the car
Now I’m blinking in my bedroom
Can you see from where you are?

There are moments we lose
I mean the tiny ones
The parley after the punch-up
(We fought here!)
I like to think they’re a kind of bruise
And to forget isn’t something we choose

Little buttons made of black and blue
We could use as rehearsal cues
Give a name to things that we’ve been through
Til the day they paddle out from shore
Never to be seen or heard again
I’m sorry but I don’t know where to begin

I spend every hour in search of a story
Some home, some diet to maybe restore me
There was light and there was shadow
I was bright and fully charged
Now I’m blinking in my bedroom
Can you see from where you are?

There’s who we are and who we want to be
Our happiness is a gauge of the gap between
Wait on a savior who knows what we looked like
When all our pieces fit right
But maybe
Could we be happy how we are?
Even if that’s just as hard

Spend every hour in search of a story
Some home some diet to maybe restore me
I was every prairie highway
Now I’m waiting in the car
Now I’m blinking in my bedroom
Can you see from where you are?
Can you see from where you are?