Cedar Waxwing Mail

[Intro]
[Verse]
Rural route, mile marker nine
Sunlight’s weak, a pale design
Pulled the truck over, engine sighs
Found a book, a sweet surprise
[Pre-Chorus]
Thrift store find, the pocket deep
Secrets that the paper keep
Bird guide open, pages worn
Whispers from a distant morn
[Chorus]
Smudged cedar waxwing, ink runs faint
A stranger's story, no complaint
Postmarks blurred by falling rain
Calling out a hidden name
[Verse]
Crumpled clover, pressed so flat
A faded love, where are they at?
Handwritten lines, a careful hand
Across this quiet, waiting land
[Pre-Chorus]
Glockenspiel chimes, a gentle sound
As understanding can be found
Each word a step, a slow pursuit
Of echoes from a buried root
[Chorus]
Smudged cedar waxwing, ink runs faint
A stranger's story, no complaint
Postmarks blurred by falling rain
Calling out a hidden name
[Bridge]
Foghorn low, across the glass
Moments linger, then they pass
This quiet lake, a mirror deep
Promises the past can keep
[Verse]
Half-whispered thoughts, a breathy sigh
Beneath a vast and changing sky
This mail route paused, a moment caught
In letters that were long forgot
[Chorus]
Smudged cedar waxwing, ink runs faint
A stranger's story, no complaint
Postmarks blurred by falling rain
Calling out a hidden name
[Outro]