The Finish Line
The earth is warm next to my earInsect noise is all that I hearA magic trick makes the world disappearThe skies are dark, they're dark but they're clear
A distant motorcade and suddenly there's joyThe snowing ticker tape blurs all my senses numbIt's like the finish line where everything just endsThe crack of radio seems close enough to touch
Cold water, cleaning my woundsA sad parade, with a single balloonI'm done with this, I'm counting to tenBlue as seas, running to them
I feel like I am watching everything from spaceAnd in a minute I hear my name and I wakeI think the finish line's a good place we could startTake a deep breath, take in all that you could want