NY to California, by Mat Kearney
You woke up and said baby I had one of those dreams again
The rain came down and I lost you in the wind
You said something about don’t leave before you fell back sleep
Before I could sing my song back to you
But you could find yourself lost out in this world
And I’d find a way to get back to your side
No mountain’s too high, no stone is too small
I’ll build a bridge through the fire
For you I would crawl from New York to California
