Lyric

We grew up under different ceilings

Different front doors

Different keys

Your mom worked nights at the diner

Mine prayed I’d grow up to leave

You learned to laugh through the thunder

I learned to hide from the rain

Funny how two crooked stories

Still spell each other’s names

Different roads

Same moon

Shining down on me and you

All the scars and all the miles

Still led me to your living room

We don’t share the same past

But I’m holding you like it won’t last

Different roads

Same moon

Somehow they all pointed to you

You keep your shoes by the bedroom

Mine are a pile by the door

You talk in lists and directions

I talk in half-finished thoughts and metaphors

You never say what you don’t mean

I say too much

Then retreat

Still your head finds my heartbeat

Like it’s known that rhythm for weeks

Different roads

Same moon

Shining down on me and you

All the scars and all the miles

Still led me to your living room

We don’t share the same past

But I’m holding you like it won’t last

Different roads

Same moon

Somehow they all pointed to you

If we had met back then

Would we have missed this chance?

Guess I’m glad for every wrong turn

That brought you to my hands (Oh)

Different roads

Same moon

Shining down on me and you

All the years we never knew

We were walking toward this room

We don’t share the same past

But I pray this present stays fast

Different roads

Same moon

And I’m just thankful it’s you