Pathfinders - Intellectual

[Verse]

The treehouse floor

Was hard beneath our blankets

An orchestra

Of crickets in the dark

The trees outside

Made faces in the half-light

Maybe I should have been afraid, I never was

Inside the flashlight's glow was safe enough

We’ll find our way home in the morning

Or make a new home where we are

I know I’m probably not the person that you lean on

Not anymore

But I’ll be here until my eyes go dark

The undergrowth

Was dry beneath our sneakers

Sunflower seeds

All salt and brittle shell

Adventurers

Alone beneath the branches

We left the maps at home, our heartbeats knew this place

The things we saw there would be ours to name

We’ll find our way home in the morning

Or make a new home where we are

I know I’m probably not the person that you lean on

Not anymore

But I’ll be here until my eyes go dark

When you came out

And everything went sideways

We chased you down

And jumped into the car

I cut my hand

On something in the back seat

So I was bleeding as I told you you were loved

I kept thinking, you and I still share this blood

We’ll find our way home in the morning

Or make a new home where we are

I know I’m probably not the person that you lean on

Not anymore

But I’ll be here until my eyes go dark

We aren't lost, we're only pathfinders