[Anaïs Mitchell]
Every time I drive up on fifty-three
I´m seeing sideways up ahead of me
There´s little lakes, there´s little fountains

There´s little molehills made out of mountains
There´s little prayers that I perceive, mmm

[Anaïs Mitchell]
Every time I drive up on fifty-four
It goes past Mick´s and Dick´s general store
There goes the signal and it´s dropped for miles
There goes the static at the top of the dial

[Anaïs Mitchell & Robin Pecknold]
Every wild plan screamed it
By only a hundred years, a way-man
Who am I to witness, who am I to see
Who am I to notice which way a tree
Falling alone full sign and leave

[Anaïs Mitchell]
Half a mile later, just past the sign

There´s a Winnebago, an Econoline
I smell the lake on up aways
I know the exit and the parking place
[Anaïs Mitchell & Robin Pecknold]
We used to swim out in the sun
We were swimming out there under heaven
We were too young to have been unforgiven

[Anaïs Mitchell]
Who are you to listen, who are you to care?
Just someone who knows me from anywhere
Where do we come from out of thin air?
I hear you whisper in the back of my hair