She’s asleep in the back seat, at peace it seems.
Maybe she’s having sweet and beautiful dreams.
A soft love song plays on the radio, soothing me.
I’m not stopping this care until we make it to the sea.
The stars are more than I’ve ever seen, angels at rest.
We’re leaving home, those bastards, devils of the west.
I glance back in the rearview mirror, at her sweet face.
A cottage on a barrier island, that is just the right place.
I don’t want we’re running into, but know what from.
A tarnished wedding band, and a piece of land, got the sum.
She’s sleeping without the demon, for the first time tonight.
We’re hounded by things both within and beyond our sight.
A love song can put magic spells to the madness you feel.
Make it a solid thing, a thing you can believe is real.
The road’s wide open before us, and hope, if nothing for sure.
Love and hope, a place to be still, that is the angels sacred cure.
The sea changes and is still the same, like her, like her wild heart.
She will be scarred forever, but we have a chance at a new start.
Sleep and dream, my love, we’ll be free in the morning.