Without a song I left the city
Borrowed a car with no radio
Gone before the sun had a chance to shine
The free wind weighed on my mind
How many roads begin under dark umbrella
They can see the memory of love
Comes a tune, clearing way like a siren
Shifting soon every thought in my head
'Til they all get tangled up in blue
This melody promises me someday words will come
And when they do, I'll shape them into a song
Writer(s): Andrew Ross Cabic
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