With Michael Holm on Mandolin. Recorded on a brisk January morning by Michael.

Lyrics

Yeah I can drive you home
Or we can sleep here in the car
I don't want to be alone
I guess it's not that far

Or we can jump into this dream with both feet
Try to solve the puzzle piece by piece
Leave behind the things we used to be
Find a way to get to you and me

But it's a subtle thing

I know how it feels
Sitting in the dark
Trying not to scream
Looking for a spark

Holding on to something that you've seen
In your childhood or maybe in a dream
Starting over isn't all that it would seem
Like a tan line where there used to be a ring

It's a subtle thing

I see you at the bar
Staring at your hands
Trying to get as far
From all this as you can

Catching glimpses of the song you're meant to sing
When you finally step out of the ring
It's nothing but it's also everything
Like the breath you take before you start to sing

It's a subtle thing