LYRICS:
Well, it was the two of us, my nose at the window of the bus.

We were dreaming fiercely of life. We were guessing which guesses were right.

And the years were numbered by songs and blame that doesn't stay where it belongs.

And I leaned my bike against your house; you said, "If you don't tell, no one will find out."

The same way that you would pick a peach, and all the things you can't unteach.

I had no clue that I would ever find out some things can only be dreamt about.

Still, those days when it's just lawn and sky and your eyes—well, isn't that a lie?

When you led me up the stairs and I made sure to watch your feet, to make sure you weren't floating, because I felt like I was floating.

When you led me up the stairs and I made sure to watch your feet, to make sure you weren't floating, because I felt like I was floating away.

Up the Stairs

I write music for media and, naturally, have personal projects. Contact if interested for work.

Indianapolis writer focused on music & culture. Find me at Sky Blue Window, Musical Family Tree, We Listen For You, NUVO & elsewhere. Formerly Thought on Tracks. 

Up the Stairs

Max Yoder