Empty Arms

A loner landed and made new land
Empty arms, starting over again
Held new words over old thundering ways
Then clear ice: raw, lifeless, and numb

No motors yet, a buried dream
A deep exhaust in empty arms
With tired tracks, it’s coming back
Pulled from pens and out of boots

February says this is all you get
Do something with it
As February fails and it won’t last
Do something with it

No motors yet, a buried dream
A deep exhaust in empty arms
With tired tracks, it’s coming back
Pulled from pens and out of boots
And out of boots

Pick another song, one that’s not so sad
‘Cause the night is long and the warnings ignored
And you couldn’t be more you
Singing over under the fingernail moon

No motors yet, a buried dream
A deep exhaust in empty arms
With tired tracks, it’s coming back
Pulled from pens and out of boots
And out of boots