Same Kind from Path by Path

I saw the mountains move
I saw them clear a path to you
Then push me to the side
To a place I never thought I'd find

I can't put my finger on it now
But I know that someday, we'll meet again somehow
Looking up at night I tend to find
That all these little things are part of the same kind

I saw the red leaves fall
I heard the loon and heron call
To keep me looking out
In the dark and waiting for a sound

I can't put my finger on it now
But I know that someday, we'll meet again somehow
Looking up at night I tend to find
That all these little things are part of the same kind

• Alternative
• indie folk
• indie rock
• love-rock
• Philadelphia