I’ll call you sometime from the Midwest
And you’ll keep my pulse between your thumb and your fourth finger
Under your pillow when you are sleeping
I miss you

These things keep falling apart and it’s not a surprise
We all look around for some great escape 
And we are awake in the morning, we sing in the evening
We are looking around for the reasons why

So we just have to ask if 
Doesn’t this mean something, doesn’t it call to you?
Is this a field or is this a tunnel?
I getting across?
I getting across to you?

Promise is the best we came in and all we can hanging on 
Praying for everything we thought we understand
So we hope
Steady
Keep our ears to the ground
And we hope we know
We listening for 
We listening for
We listening ….uuuuuuuuhh…

So you give this another chance 
And someday, yeah, someday you'll call
Call and say – I saw a blue bird crossing the mountain
I believe in this
In now
In now
I believe in this
In now