Half-State

We were close but we never made it home
We could see what we had and we let it go Now it’s miles away and cast in stone
Now we’re miles away and casting stones
There’s a fire
There’s a fire on the road
It’s a cruel world that lets us go It’s a place we can never call our own
It’s a falling wind that calls our souls
It’s a cruel world that lets us go It’s a cruel world that lets us go It’s a fool alone that carries gold
He’ll find his own when he finds alone
Now it’s miles away and cast in stone
Now he’s miles away and casting stones
There’s a fire
There’s a fire on the road
It’s a cruel world that lets us go It’s a place we can never call our own
It’s a falling wind that calls our souls
It’s a cruel world that lets us go It’s a cruel world that lets us go So where are they now to let us know
So where are they now to let us know
So where are they now to let me know
Falling through what’s left of the fractions
I’m gonna catch them
Gonna catch them
Never let go Waking up the silence passing
I’m gonna catch them
Gonna catch them
Never let go Holding on to something you can’t lose
I’m gonna catch them
Gonna catch them
Never let go Waiting for a sign of passion
I’m gonna catch them
Gonna catch them
Never let go Where are they now
Where are they now
Where are they now