[Verse]

The branches and the sky

Geometries of light

The air is dry with dust and distant pine

A world upon the page

The map of all our days

The edges disappear, and crease, and fade

[Chorus]

Place your feet with care

The path is loose with stones

Hold my hand and keep your eyes low

There is lost and there is lost

We don’t have far to go

The western sun will guide us home

[Verse]

The ravens in the trees

The leaves beneath our feet

Are witnesses to all we cannot speak

And when we touch the sand

Of where we first began

The places that we loved seem strange again

[Chorus]

Place your feet with care

The path is loose with stones

Hold my hand and keep your eyes low

There is lost and there is lost

We don’t have far to go

The western sun will guide us home

[Bridge]

Odysseus survived and made it home

And didn’t know it, for a moment

When we come to the place our journey ends

Will we see Ithaca for what it is?

[Chorus]

Place your feet with care

The path is loose with stones

Hold my hand and keep your eyes low

There is lost and there is lost

We don’t have far to go

The western sun will guide us home