Lyrics
[Intro] (Warm fingerstyle acoustic guitar riff, fiddle joins in with a gentle, yearning melody) [Verse 1] Casting lines from a long-gone shore Chasing dinner 'til the sun's no more Had no compass, didn't need a guide Just the motion of the coming tide Sat around and strummed that old guitar Slept beneath a ceiling made of stars The only debts we had were to the sea For setting all our wild ambitions free [Chorus] Used to borrow keys to chase the dawn Now the engine just won't quite turn on Used to worry 'bout a whispered name Now I worry if I'll stay the same [Verse 2] Fading embers on a hazy coast Living simple as a friendly ghost We owned the night, we didn't have a plan Just the rhythm of a beat-up van We told our stories to the crackling fire Fueled by nothing but a raw desire To feel the sand still clinging to our skin Be grateful for the world we're living in [Chorus] Used to borrow keys to chase the dawn Now the engine just won't quite turn on Used to worry 'bout a whispered name Now I worry if I'll stay the same [Bridge] You trade the faded map for a heavy chain And learn to find the sun inside the rain The burden you take on, they say is life You sharpen all your edges with a knife You build a sturdy home on softer ground And learn to love the unfamiliar sound Of silence where the crashing waves once roared And all the reckless dreams you can't afford [Fiddle Solo] (A soulful, melodic fiddle solo takes the lead, carrying the feeling of nostalgia and bittersweet reflection over the steady acoustic guitar and gentle drums) [Chorus] Used to borrow keys to chase the dawn Now the engine just won't quite turn on Used to worry 'bout a whispered name Now I worry if I'll stay the same [Bridge] Yeah, the simple days are fading from my view And that old feeling, now it feels brand new Yeah, those simple days are fading fast Now I treat each moment as my last [Outro] (Acoustic guitar riff returns, slowing down. Fiddle plays a final, soft melody) Yeah, the tide has turned... Mhmm... the tide has turned... (Guitar fades to a final strum)