Pale Sun Signal

There's a pale sun on the wall.
I can hear the morning call.
Through the windows, through the rain,
I can feel the light again.
Something moves across the room,
breaking through the fading gloom.
I don't know what waits ahead,
but I won't stay here instead.
Send me a signal,
tell me where to go.
Give me a reason,
give me something
I can know. Pale sun signals calling me home.
Pale sun signals, I'm not alone.
I follow the light.
I follow the sun.
Until I find
the place I belong.
Every morning brings a sign.
Even when I can't define what the future wants from me,
I can feel it underneath. There's a world beyond the rain.
There's a reason for the pain.
And the further that I go,
the more clearly I will know.
If the sky is turning gray,
I will wait another day.
As the light is far away,
I will follow anyway.
Pale sun signals calling me home.
Pale sun signals,
I'm not alone. I follow the light.
I follow the sun.
Until I find
the place I belong.