Verse 1

We pressed our palms against the stone

and called out names the mountain swallowed whole

The rescuers work in borrowed time

while smoke drifts up from somewhere far below

Autumn came in early here

the light already leaning, thin and cold

We count the hours in the waiting room

and pray for what the water did not hold

Chorus

Somewhere a child slipped out of reach

beyond the ferry rail, beyond the dark

We are the hands still searching through the breach

we are the names still beating like a heart

Let the hillside answer

let the current speak

we have been standing here

on the edge of the week

Bridge

There are strikes across the water

and a courthouse changing shape

Something built in marble

where the living cannot wait

But we are not made of marble

we are made of the look on someone's face

when the searchers come back empty

and the afternoon won't erase

Verse 2

Tuesday carries something heavier

than its number or its name suggests

We've been watching ropes go into crevices

and boats come back without the manifest

Somewhere far off there's a festival

where a sequined stage is going up with care

And the world keeps holding two things at once —

the ones who celebrate and the ones who stare

Outro

We are still at the waterline

still learning what the season takes

still learning what the season takes

Instrumental Outro

How did it make you feel?

A new song arrives tomorrow.