Lyrics

You’re my quiet in a crowded room
The storm that’s rolling off my shoes
A minor chord in a hopeful tune
The dust that settles, the sweet perfume

I’m just trying
I’m just trying
to get back to you

You’re my flower on the interstate
An easy shot that ricochets
I’ll walk away but I’ll walk slow
If I’m honest, I’ve nowhere to go

I’m just trying
I’m just trying
to get back to you

You’re the eye of the hurricane
A blindfold shot with perfect aim
The golden hour before the dark
An open heart that left a scar

We tried to celebrate
The skies that we looked to didn’t have what it takes
But we made wishes anyway
So our hearts that were breaking could beat another day

You’re my quiet in a crowded room
A minor chord in a hopeful tune

I’m just trying
I’m just trying
I’m just trying
To get back to you