by the time you read this you'll be 1500 sea level
riding on a road that the world wore down
your face is framed in window that the rain is washing away

and all the tears and laughter will be

buried buried under the weight of history

carried out on the undertow

its been a year of funerals no one blames you for anything

all the same you put space between us and the volcanoes
today is the first day of the rest of your life
o from where i'm standing this view looks fine


buried under the weight of history
carried out on the undertow


by the time you read this you'll be 1500 sea level
riding in a car