Blueprint For Moving Day

[Verse 1] Cardboard boxes stacked along the wooden floor A draft still creeping underneath the back screen door You held the blueprint folded in your hand Trying hard to sketch another better plan [Chorus] Parallel lines that never cross Finding balance in what was lost We watch the signal turn to green In every space that sits between [Verse 2] The winter frost is gathering on the pane Writing notes in steam to clear the subtle strain Footsteps echoing down the gravel drive Just glad to feel the morning air alive