Lyrics

a black cut through the white
the road across the prairie snow

today we said goodbye
for the hundred thousandth time

& a hawk circles the silo
& the landscape opens wide

and again & again
and again, I am asking
send me mercy

the soft blood orange sun
hanging heavy to the field

a bright echoing hymn
of the somewhere I come from

& the light sweeps the horizon
& I wonder how you are

and again & again
and again, I am opening my hands
bring me mercy

when it's just you
and the fact of being alive
colliding
when you set course home
to the place that you spent your years
inventing
I am coming home
I am coming home

a snow pulse in the dark
the lights on the shoulder blink

all the bets you have lost
to the fragile grace you've gained

& the storm sets out, retreating
& I picture you, unscathed

and again & again
and again I am grateful
for such mercy