Comes to Light
Good days, numbered and packed away
Gracious and unafraid
We’ve come to let go
Place and faces, they shape us
Show us another way
To look at this life we’ve made
So far from home
Even though you might not believe in ghosts
Sometimes when we leave good souls
They haunt us for miles
Behold, sweet trailing wisps of smoke
A specter of love
America
Welcome us home
Roll on, onward and thru the dawn
Comes to light as we chase our hearts
Down the American road.