Seventy-Two on the Coast

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dust motes dancing in the beam
Like a half-forgotten dream
Cedar shavings on the floor
I push back the heavy door
Lavender in little lace
Fills this quiet, hollow space
[Pre-Chorus]
My fingers find a yellow fold
A story waiting to be told
Tattered edges, worn-out seams
Waking up some dormant dreams
[Chorus]
Oh, the road was wide in seventy-two
The sky was such a deeper blue
Handwritten notes along the shore
A woman I didn't know before
Gasoline and salty air
With the wind inside her hair
[Post-Chorus]
Blue ink lines
Through the pines
Tracing back the time
[Verse]
Ink is smudged at Monterey
“Stopped to watch the otters play”
Coffee stains on Highway One
Chasing down the setting sun
She wrote “I felt so alive”
Somewhere south of Big Sur drive
[Pre-Chorus]
I touch the paper, thin and cold
Watching all the secrets unfold
Every turn and every stop
From the mountain to the drop
[Chorus]
Oh, the road was wide in seventy-two
The sky was such a deeper blue
Handwritten notes along the shore
A woman I didn't know before
Gasoline and salty air
With the wind inside her hair
[Bridge]
Celesta rings like morning rain
Softening the edge of pain
The harmonium begins to sigh
Underneath a paper sky
She was more than just a name
Before the quiet years all came
[Breakdown]
Brushed snare rhythm, slow and light
Keeping time against the night
Bowed bass humming low and deep
While the tired attic sleeps
[Verse]
I fold the map and hold it near
I wish that she could see me here
The seagull calls are miles away
But I can hear them plain today
The attic feels a little bright
In this golden, filtered light
[Chorus]
Oh, the road was wide in seventy-two
The sky was such a deeper blue
Handwritten notes along the shore
A woman I didn't know before
Gasoline and salty air
With the wind inside her hair
[Hook]
She was flying
No more crying
Just the coast and the light
She was flying
No more crying
Everything felt right
[Outro]