[Verse 1] I tried to sit and force the words Staring at the screen But nothing ever came that way Or not what I had seen So I put my shoes on quietly And stepped out in the air Somewhere between the road and sky The song was waiting there [Chorus] First comes the walking Then comes the air Then comes the listening Then something is there First comes the movement Then comes the sound Then comes the patience Then something is found [Verse 2] I move first and think later I walk first and write later The ideas don’t come when I ask They come when I’m somewhere else I hear the same song differently Each time I walk alone The song is not the one that changed It’s me that’s slowly grown [Verse 3 – Conversation] I said, “This is the fourth time now And you’re better than before” The song said, “I was always here You just couldn’t hear me more” Same words, same road, same melody But something had changed in me I didn’t have the room to feel Until I was finally free Out in the wind and open air The music felt more true The song was not inside the screen The song was walking too [Chorus] First comes the walking Then comes the air Then comes the listening Then something is there First comes the movement Then comes the sound Then comes the patience Then something is found [Bridge] Some songs are meant for sitting Some songs are meant for roads Some songs are meant for quiet nights Some songs are meant for cold Some songs come in the morning Some songs come after rain Some songs come back again and again But never quite the same [Final Chorus] First comes the walking Then comes the air Then comes the listening Then something is there First comes the movement Then comes the sound Then comes the patience Then something is found [Outro] The walk is my studio The road is where I hear The songs don’t come from thinking They come when I am there