From the recording Water Meets the Shore

Lyrics

starry eyed
far and wide
blonde and blue
she trips on her shoe

grit and lace
worn on her face
the silence comes to pass

she wore the truth as though it set her free
the scarf around her neck and perfume capturing

she was tied like the strings on her favorite guitar
worn and frayed as they played the sweetest of songs
tried and true, overdue to come home
oh the dirt on her feet and the dust of the road

head and hands, making plans
weaving dreams
not quite what she seems

forever young
and not undone
by what she doesn't see

she wore the truth as though it set her free
the scarf around her neck and perfume capturing

she was tied like the strings on her favorite guitar
worn and frayed as they played the sweetest of songs
tried and true, overdue to come home
oh the dirt on her feet and the dust of the road

folded corners, faded edges, black white memories
picture perfect photograph 
from her to me

calm and clear
she can hear
a still, small voice high above the noise
shadows down on the ground
but she will stand
and put her hand in mine

she wore the truth as though it set her free
the scarf around her neck and perfume capturing

she was tied like the strings on her favorite guitar
worn and frayed as they played the sweetest of songs
tried and true, overdue to come home
oh the dirt on her feet and the dust of the road