"The Meadow" lyrics

"The Meadow"

I saw her
She saw me

She ordered
A cup of coffee
And then to my surprise
We get lost sometimes (And want finding)

She brought it over
So I brought up work and family
Tried to keep it between the lines
We read between the lines (And start drifting)

I come to
Face up in the meadow
Her sweet smile
Barely hovering over mine
We get found sometimes (And stop thinking)
Words fail us
Will gravity follow?
Oh it's been a long, long time

Since I last
Drifted through the meadow
With someone wondering
What if I were yours and you were mine?
We grow young sometimes (And forget everything)
Would we shine brighter
In a brighter star's shadow
Or get lost in it's blinding light
Like the true love we could leave behind?
What if we left true love behind (To keep drifting?)

And the next time I saw her
She didn't see me

But I hear her
Calling from the meadow
Meet me in the meadow
I'll see you in the meadow


Writer(s): Christopher Thile, Sara Watkins, Sean Watkins, Miguel Elizondo
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