I’ll save the page
Until the words are true
Your love ain’t right
You ain’t you

The road is gray
It don’t feel good, but
There’s no other road
To see these golden woods

The loon’s call
Is just two notes
From its wild heart
To its black coated throat
It’s more raw
Than anything I’ve wrote

I’ll save the page
Until the words are true
I’ll try to write
The call of the loon