The Lark by Timothy Monger Lyrics

When the lark whistles in my chest
And muscles me away from work
I go driving in the dirt
Light a spark in the service of the moment
Yeah, my heart
Wants to know if you will
Go invent the road
Invent the road, invent the road

When the dark hunts my chest
And humbles me, where can I turn?
Will you go driving in the dirt?
Light a spark
Set it burning in the moment
Yeah, my heart
Wants to know if you will
Go invent the road
Invent the road, invent the road