What if it's warm in my room but I suddenly go outside

What if it's dark and it's cold and I realize I don't even mind

What if I climb up the hill to the place where the coyotes sing

And I'm no longer afraid of all the wild things

And I'm in the dark

And I use my eyes

And I stretch my arms so wide that I feel the whole damn sky

This could be a dream

Or it could be real

Cause I'm taking in every little raw thing that I feel

What if my socks are wet from the dew on the blades of grass

What if I lean on the branch where the bobcat watched the comets dance

What if I look to the sky and I know I can handle my fear

What if I find myself while keeping everyone near

And I'm in the dark

And I use my eyes

And I stretch my arms so wide that I feel the whole damn sky

This could be a dream

Or it could be real

Cause I'm taking in every little raw thing that I feel

What if my voice grows strong

What if they hear my scars

What if the night is long

Can I just drink the stars

What if I bring you here

Sharing our distant songs

Breathing in cold night air

Knowing we still belong

What if look down the hill and take a step in the dark

What if I open my door and see I left my desk lamp on

What if it's warm in my chair and my pen starts to write it all wrong

Will you remind me some day that I once sang a wild song

Words and Music by Nicole Mish