Petrichor from Petrichor by Whittington

There's wood smoke in the air
And it's cold outside of the house
My jacket's way to thin
But I just had to get out

I see the light creeping up behind the trees
I can remember what it feels like to breath

Wooden doors and limestone walls
I built outside of the room
Fireplace and leather chair
That was empty till I met you

I was so lost
How did you find me, how did you know?
Now that you're here
What do we do, where do we go?

I will let go and trust that you
Will still be holding me
I did not know the weight that I carried
Until you cut me free

I smell the scent of rain
And a burst of wind in the trees
I hear the back door open
And you're there waiting for me

I close my eyes
I feel the first drops hitting my face
I am still here
I made it through winter. I'll be okay.

I will let go and trust that you
Will still be holding me
I did not know the weight that I carried
Until you cut me free

I hear your footsteps near
I knew I'd find you here
My heart is open wide
Such unspoken grace
Your hand upon my face
Where there's no need to hide

And the most surprising part is we both get out alive.

• Americana
• Folk
• Rock
• Rock & Roll
• austin
• daniel whittington
• darren clarke
• phil siems
• rhodes
• ryan allshouse
• singer-songwriter
• texas
• Austin