Contrails

Out the door before the sunrise
Thermos riding shotgun seat
Empty highway, windows cracked and
Cold air waking up the street
There's a jet too high to hear it
Drawing pink across the blue
Leaving trails like it's a promise
Look how far you're going too

And the line won't last till lunchtime
And the sky won't hold my name
But the going's not for keeping
Going's why I came

Wide open
Look at that
Wide open
No way back
White line
Drawn for me
Now
Now
Nowhere else to be

I won't leave a mark on asphalt
Sky won't save the line I drew
But alive was never asking
To be permanent, just true

Wide open
Look at that
Wide open
No way back
White line
Drawn for me
Now
Now
Nowhere else to be

Hold on
Almost through

Wide open
Look at that
Wide open
Never back
White line
Drawn for me
Now
Now
Right where I should be

Trails dissolve behind the morning
Making room for more to come