There was a man at the fire who spoke soft through a beard.
To him I reached out my hand as he was holding back tears.
I said “I’m looking for something.” He told me, “I’m searching, too.” And then out spilled the words: if you help me then I’ll help you.
Call it a promise—it’s something that I won’t forget. Tell if I follow, you’ll take me home to hold my love again.