Upon the dying grass, under the overpass
Where I would catch my breath
I dont need the road, Ive tuned it out, Im on a different station
Thoughts of you are what helps me out when Im feeling complications
I love the thought that we were all just infants
New to life and so helpless in an instant
I love the thought that we were all just infants
New to life and so helpless in an instant
He was a man who found salvation living amongst the sea
Fell aboard and washed ashore because the tide took me
Little sticks in shapes of letters, in hopes that they will see
Once they see the lightning, theyre the ones that sail away