Talkeetna

There's a kind of man that says he knows

What he'll never understand

And if so-called love drinks too deeply

With no thought of the land

But you stand inside a golden light

Cast by your own hand

Hope is a choice

Love has a voice

It's not the leaves or the branches

But the whisper in between

I have traveled as far north

As I could care to go

And I've crawled the tracks over rivers

Made of miles of melting snow

And when we climbed below the span

I found your words below

Hope is a choice

Love has a voice

It's not the eyes or the water

But the whisper in between

In due time you will raise your roof

Your own hands your heart will warm

And the lies others promised you

Are mere shadows of the warm you're looking for

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da

Hope is a choice

Love has a voice

It's not the leaves or the branches

But the whisper in between