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[Verse 1] A paper kite got caught above the courthouse bell You said, "Let’s climb the stairs and see where it will land" We found a box of maps from places no one tells And drew a little river with the back of your hand [Chorus] Take me where the blue line bends Past the houses painted green Every wrong turn makes a friend Every mile reveals a scene If the compass loses north We can trust the passing birds You and I will wander forth Trading silence, trading words [Verse 2] A tailor on the corner stitched a pocket in the sky He measured out the distance between thunder and the sea You bought a thread of silver just to ask him why He smiled and said, "Some things are meant to roam free" [Chorus] Take me where the blue line bends Past the houses painted green Every wrong turn makes a friend Every mile reveals a scene If the compass loses north We can trust the passing birds You and I will wander forth Trading silence, trading words [Instrumental] [Bridge] When the evening folds the roads in violet and gray Lay the maps beside the window, let the paper choose the way No promise needs a destination, no story needs a plan Just leave a little room for wonder, and take my hand [Chorus] Take me where the blue line bends Past the houses painted green Every wrong turn makes a friend Every mile reveals a scene If the compass loses north We can trust the passing birds You and I will wander forth Trading silence, trading words [Outro] The kite comes down at last We watch it cross the sand A small and patient shape Returning to your hand
