Getting Lost To Stay Young

Home is wherever we run to
Cold draws us close to warm nights stitched in our sleeping bags
Wetsuits hung and drying out
Lonely waves forgotten coastline
Old friends that make like ghosts, white sheet but painted black
They can make sure I'll be coming back home
Cause we're all called to something wild
Where we're better off always getting lost
To stay young
Hold your breath and let this pass
Know, it all won't last forever
But for while it lasts we won't hold nothing back
Yeah, for while it lasts we won't hold nothing back
Yeah, for while it lasts
Oh, we're all called to something wild
Where we're better off always getting lost
And what if all we had was here and now
Would we all find ourselves as though the world was wide open
Love is all we leave