Across.1

[Verse 1] He keeps a notebook by the bed Half-lit, half worn thin Names and scraps and half-spent words All folded up within [Pre-Chorus] He tries them on the silence Then lets them drift away Like he’s waiting on a miracle To finally find the way [Chorus] And when the years come rolling in, Like storms across the bay, He’ll still be searching for that perfect line, That takes his breath away. (That perfect line) (That takes his breath away) [Verse 2] He walks the dock in worn-out shoes With salt on his coat Every wave that hits the pilings Teaches him what to hope [Pre-Chorus] He hears it in the gull cry In the glass of the tide Something sharp and true enough To keep the dark outside [Chorus] And when the years come rolling in, Like storms across the bay, He’ll still be searching for that perfect line, That takes his breath away. (That perfect line) (That takes his breath away) [Bridge] Maybe it’s not the grandest word Or something loud and bright Maybe it’s a little thing That lands just right [Final Chorus] And when the years come rolling in, Like storms across the bay, He’ll still be searching for that perfect line, That takes his breath away. And when the years come rolling in, Like storms across the bay, He’ll still be searching for that perfect line, That takes his breath away. (That perfect line) (That takes his breath away)