Fourty-five evenings I’ve been watching the ceiling,
a shooting star I’ll tie a lasso to.
We’re all joining hands,
shut your eyes you’ll see better.
I’d like to see just how far I can get from you.
If they won’t take me I guess I’ve got bigger problems.
Don’t dry your cheek as I go up in that green light.
All that energy I will leave while ascending,
pack it up and tie an anchor to.
Things I just won’t need while I’m meeting our maker,
I am vessel, I am now something new.
If they won’t take me I guess I’ve got bigger problems.
Don’t dry your cheek as I go up in that green light.
The sense of community, the sounds of slowed breathing.
Comparison colored I am finding truth.
If they won’t take me I guess I’ve got bigger problems.
Don’t dry your cheek as I go up in that green light.
(Try to chase me now, try to watch me now, try to catch me now.)