Running too fast with my ginger hair girl
Stronger and smarter both new to the world
Hours of cigarettes underneath trees
Sand in her hair salt water on knees

I never asked her where we would go I just tried to follow the wind that would blow
It's like she controlled it it bent to her will.
More of a mountain less of a hill

It could be years that you never cross my mind
But sometimes I look for you

She sent me a letter to follow her west
She talked about warm days and fire sunsets
So I left New England cause I had to go
Too young to question too young to know

Lost in her hours that turned into days
She was my minutes till she went away.
To help with her father who gave up his voice
One man's decision left her with no choice.

It could be years that you never crossed my mind
Unfinished stories that we never got to write
But sometimes I look for you.

Oh, I curse circumstances because I can't see your face
Why was I left standing and your light was erased

I waited four weeks but she never returned
On the back of her notebook I scribbled some words
I said I had to go headed back to Lc hope that you find me hope that you're safe

Maybe she's somewhere resting alone.
Dreaming like a child that never grew old
Quietly patiently looking for keys locked up with strangers who will never be free

It could be years that you never cross my mind
Unfinished stories that we never got to write
Maybe somethings we were never meant to find
But sometimes I look for you